Luyện nghe bài hát Baudelaire

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

When turned and pirouetted
a ghost dancer up the marble stair
I felt set free in a city without 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 Ruby moves her lemon-scented
Just like the breezes from the

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

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

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

But Ruby seemed to the secrets as old as the ages
Of the blood and wine flowing in the fountains on the square
And I to her to be drowned and driven
Feeling a lot like Baudelaire
With the vanity of
Ah, feeling such a lot like