Luyện nghe bài hát En Aranjuez con Tu Amor

Junto a ti, al pasar las horas oh mi
Hay un rumor de de cristal
Que en el parece hablar
En voz a las rosas
amor, esas hojas secas sin color
Que el viento
Son recuerdos de de un ayer
Huellas y hechas con amor, en Aranjuez
Entre un hombre y una mujer, en un
Que siempre se
Oh mi amor, dos se quieran con fervor
No dejarn las de brillar
Ni ha de faltar al mundo paz, ni calor a la
Yo s bien que hay palabras huecas, sin
Que lleva el viento, y que nadie las oy con
Pero otras palabras suenan, oh mi al corazn
notas de canto nupcial, y as te quiero hablar
Si en Aranjuez me
al caer la tarde se escucha un rumor
Es la que all parece hablar con las rosas

when it happens that i pass the hours together with you o my love, there is a sound in the garden of the crystal fountain that appears to speak below the roses. sweet love, these are dry leaves, without colour, that drift in the wind, they are memories and romances of the traces of a yesterday and promises that you make with love in aranjuez between a woman and a man in a that is always remembered.
o my love, between those fervently in love, they will not leave the blazing flowers or forfeit peaceful world nor the of the earth. i know well that there are hollow words without love, that waft in the wind that no one listens to with attention, but oh my love there are other words which sound to the heart like notes of the wedding song, and these i love to speak, if you await me in aranjuez. soon the evening falls, and one can hear the sound - it is fountain there that appears to speak with the roses.

Aranjuez,
Un lugar de y de amor
Donde un rumor de fuentes de
En el parece hablar
En voz baja a las

Aranjuez,
Hoy las hojas secas sin
Que el viento
Son del romance que una vez
Juntos tu y yo
Y sin olvidamos

Quiz ese escondido est
En un
En la o en la flor
Esperando tu

Aranjuez,
Hoy las hojas sin color
Que barre el
Son recuerdos del que una vez
empezamos tu y yo
Y sin olvidamos

En Aranjuez,
Tu y yo

translation:]

Aranjuez, a place of and love
the sound of crystal
fountains in the
seem to whisper the roses

Aranjuez, the dry
leaves colour
which are swept by the
Are reminders of the
we once began
And that we've without reason

Perhaps this love is hidden in a
In the breeze or in a
Waiting for return

Aranjuez, the dry
leaves without
are swept by the wind
Are reminders of the
romance we once
And that we've without reason