Luyện nghe bài hát Hotel Noir

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