Luyện nghe bài hát Emilio

Emilio lives in an
a flamenco guitar
Our prayers fall his window
And roll down of rusted out cars

They harmonize with the
And mix that racket downstairs
They wonder out into the
Emilio's prayers

The moon is Emilio's
On her no journeys back
Some nights she to him naked and cold
And some nights she wears black

When the full moon flows his bottle
Somehow always a fight
When the moon and the dance, "senorina"
The music spins into the night and they dance

In his he can see the "abuelas"
They offer him and wine
Emilio measures
The "vino" the divine

But he never has come to them
Or accepted their Heavenly
So vigous and savage
The Saint and the sinner he to the most

Emilio lives in an
Plays a guitar
Our prayers down his window
And roll flanders of rusted out cars