Luyện nghe bài hát Hotel Noir

Two glasses on a glass-top table. are low,
the full. he talks of all his conquests--letters
ringed hearts 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, riding on a and laying in a
cornfield on a warm summer's night. watch
the dancing lights. but never lonely--until
now. He ordered whisky but the waiter walked
through him. He sadly his head, and lit his
cigarette . . . and slowly, surely 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 drawer at Hotel . . .) And she said
how she loved the sea at moon. Running down
a silver beach with silver ribbons from her
hands. She found a in the sand where
she'd store away her stones. Precious that
could be diamonds, just because sparkled in
rain. And there she'd sleep, and she'd
dream. And there she died. The rolled
backwards and it and left a headstone made
of salt. The warm breeze to steam. And even
the vegetables screamed and and
screamed . . . He stretched his out just to touch
she said she had to leave . . .