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 staring at my reflection in my glass of bourbon over by the door
couldn't find those friends of mine

When Ruby and pirouetted
Like a ghost dancer up the marble
I felt myself set free in a city without
And my own of Baudelaire

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

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

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

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

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