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
with hearts and crosses. He left them in the
drawer (at Noir)--unanswered, yet he read
for her time and time again . . . She looked
clean through him and told him how she
white horses, riding on a and laying in a
on a warm summer's night. She'd watch
the dancing lights. Alone but lonely--until
now. He ordered whisky but the waiter clean
through him. He sadly his head, and lit his
fifteenth cigarette . . . and slowly, pictures for-
med he could forget . . . Loretta sent him sea
shells, Henrietta a rose, and Margaretta said
they'd marry in a letter he'd never answered
(left it in the at Hotel Noir . . .) And she said
how she loved the sea at moon. Running down
a beach with silver ribbons trailing from her
hands. She a doorway in the sand where
she'd store away her stones. Precious that
could be diamonds, just they sparkled in
rain. And there sleep, and there she'd
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 his hand out just to touch
her--but she said she had to . . .