Luyện nghe bài hát Baudelaire

Lily White, she was and talking, as usual, out on the floor
While Ruby was deep into her
Me, I just stood staring at my reflection in my glass of over by the door
Still find those friends of mine

When turned and pirouetted
Like a ghost dancer up the stair
I felt myself set free in a city weather
And my own dream of

Now Lily White, she leans so close to you and
And you see diamonds falling all around her mouth
Ah, but moves her lemon-scented body
Just the breezes from the south

So somehow, I got
Oh, tangled in her red hair
And I woke up to the of danger
Feeling a lot like Baudelaire

Here comes the night to my glass just one more time
While all the lovely ladies, they get up and they adjourn to the
And my is so anointed with the blood and the wine
That I seem to know

Of all the secrets that are on the holy
Where the vagrants come down and go
And of the secrets in the of cats and other vagrant lovers
Where the cruel flow

But seemed to know the secrets as old as the ages
Of the and wine flowing in the fountains on the city square
And I crawled to her to be and driven
Feeling a lot like Baudelaire
With the of Baudelaire
Ah, feeling a lot like Baudelaire