Luyện nghe bài hát Hotel Noir

Two glasses on a glass-top table. 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
them for her time and time again . . . She
through him and told him how she loved
white horses, riding on a and laying in a
cornfield on a warm night. She'd watch
the dancing lights. but never lonely--until
now. He ordered but the waiter walked clean
him. He sadly shook his head, and lit his
fifteenth cigarette . . . and slowly, surely pictures
med he never could forget . . . Loretta him sea
shells, Henrietta sent a rose, and Margaretta
they'd in a letter that he'd never answered
(left it in the at Hotel Noir . . .) And she said
how she the sea at full moon. Running down
a silver beach with silver ribbons from her
hands. She found a doorway in the where
she'd store her stones. Precious stones that
could be diamonds, just because sparkled in
rain. And there she'd sleep, and there
dream. And there she died. The rolled
and it dried and left a headstone made
of salt. The warm breeze to steam. And even
the vegetables and screamed and
screamed . . . He stretched his out just to touch
her--but she she had to leave . . .