Luyện nghe bài hát El perdedor (english)

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is a saying,
It is not known it is,
it is lost.

We VI,
the monotonia,
You and listen,
But it was you.

And I treasure that of duende,
And now I it was worth.
That is not clog
with,
And feel resentment.

We see and tell you I detest and hate,
To take was mine,
I was guilty.
That I consider an enemy,
the loss,
In the for your love.
who do not sleep at night,
Imaginandote sex,
tea with passion.

I lack to admitirle,
That your was a chiquillo,
and surpass.
Add today I am revealing,
and egoista,
unchecked.

Believing I was the only,
Your that stupid.
So the prize,
I and the loser.

we get,
And not thought import,
And you to conquer,
my enemy.

And I treasure theft of duende,
And now I it was worth.
That is not clog
with,
And instead resentment.

We see and you what I detest and hate,
To take was mine,
I was guilty.
That today I an enemy,
the loss,
In the for your love.
who do not sleep at night,
Imaginandote sex,
tea with passion.

Ma madures for admitirle,
That your was a chiquillo,
and surpass.
Add that I am revealing,
and egoista,
unchecked.

Believing I was the only,
Your that stupid.
So the prize,
I and the loser.

is bananas,
Who
Aventura.