Luyện nghe bài hát Hotel Noir

Two glasses on a glass-top table. are low,
the ashtray's full. he of all his conquests--letters
ringed with and crosses. He left them in the
drawer (at Hotel Noir)--unanswered, yet he
them for her time and time again . . . She
clean through him and told him how she
white horses, on a swing and laying in a
cornfield on a summer's night. She'd watch
the dancing lights. Alone but never
now. He ordered whisky but the waiter clean
through him. He sadly his head, and lit his
cigarette . . . and slowly, surely pictures for-
med he never could forget . . . Loretta him sea
shells, sent a rose, and Margaretta said
they'd marry in a that he'd never answered
(left it in the drawer at Hotel Noir . . .) And she
how she loved the sea at full moon. Running
a silver beach with silver trailing from her
hands. She found a doorway in the where
she'd store away her stones. Precious that
be diamonds, just because they sparkled in
rain. And there she'd sleep, and there
dream. And she died. The tide rolled
backwards and it and left a headstone made
of salt. The warm breeze turned to steam. And
the screamed and screamed and
. . . He stretched his hand out just to touch
her--but she said she had to . . .