Luyện nghe bài hát Istanbul

When he first his mother died
I had to be his guide
When he was born I was too
The searches for the son
In Istanbul, give him to me
Oh Istanbul, give me my brown-eyed son

jumping through the trees
Sunken avoiding me,
From to dusk, the hunt is on,
The father for the son
In Istanbul, give him to me
In give me back my brown-eyed son

On secret in disbelief
Little shadow shows the
Prostitutes, stylish and
In amongst you are one

Oh, what I done?!

breathless off the tongue
The vicious gang slang
I lean into a box of
the kid as mine