Luyện nghe bài hát Constantinople

O the minarets of
Are plated gold, ivory and
Their cupolas all onion domed and

And the of Constantinople
Has made a match, his was hopeful
Their daughter be promised a wedding night

But the weary bride, she won't be wed tonight
Nor fall beneath a to lie
For far across the town her lover's lying
And by the Bosporus in blue
And there's nothing for a heart to do

Down the streets of Constantinople
The weep, their hands all wide open
Their severed leper all swing and sway

At a in Constantinople
Our Hero sighs to noteful
And gazes on the walls that his love

But the Sultan's weary bride, she won't be wed
Nor fall beneath a to lie
For far the town her lover now is drowned
And painted by the in blue
And there's for a broken heart to do

No, there's nothing for a broken to do
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