Luyện nghe bài hát En Aranjuez con Tu Amor

Junto a ti, al pasar las oh mi amor
Hay un de fuente de cristal
Que en el jardn parece
En voz a las rosas
Dulce amor, esas hojas sin color
Que el viento
Son recuerdos de de un ayer
Huellas y promesas con amor, en Aranjuez
Entre un y una mujer, en un atardecer
Que se recuerda
Oh mi amor, mientras dos se quieran con
No dejarn las flores de
Ni ha de faltar al paz, ni calor a la tierra
Yo s que hay palabras huecas, sin amor
Que lleva el viento, y que nadie las oy con
Pero palabras suenan, oh mi amor al corazn
Como notas de canto nupcial, y as te hablar
Si en me esperas
Luego al caer la tarde se un rumor
Es la fuente que all parece con las rosas

when it happens 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 sunset 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 heat 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 with the roses.

Aranjuez,
Un de ensueos y de amor
Donde un de fuentes de cristal
En el jardn hablar
En voz baja a las

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

Quiz ese escondido est
En un
En la brisa o en la
tu regreso

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

En Aranjuez,
Tu y yo

translation:]

Aranjuez, a place of and love
Where the sound of
in the garden
seem to beneath the roses

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

Perhaps this love is in a sunset
In the or in a flower
Waiting for return

Aranjuez, the dry
without colour
which are by the wind
Are reminders of the
romance we once
And that forsaken without reason