Luyện nghe bài hát Emilio

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

They with the sirens
And mix with that racket
They wonder out into the
misguided prayers

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

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

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

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

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