Luyện nghe bài hát Hotel Noir

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