Luyện nghe bài hát Baudelaire

Lily White, she was walking and talking, as usual, out on the
Ruby was deep into her pantomime
Me, I just stood at my reflection in my glass of bourbon over by the door
Still couldn't find those of mine

When turned and pirouetted
Like a ghost up the marble stair
I felt myself set free in a without weather
And my own of Baudelaire

Now Lily White, she leans so to you and whispers
And you see diamonds falling all around her mouth
Ah, but Ruby moves her body
Just like the breezes from the

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

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

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

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