Luyện nghe bài hát Jueves (english)

If I were beautiful
and a little bit clever
If I special, If I were a magazine girl
I'd have the courage of crossing the
and ask you who you are

You sit in front of me and you don't
that I wear for you my most beautiful
And seeing you to the cristal
My pupils get

you look at me, I look you and you sigh
I close my eyes, you apart the
I breath, I get little
And I start

And that way the days pass, from to Friday
the swallows of the Bécquer poem
From station to station, you and me
The goes and comes

Suddenly you look at me, I look you and you
I close my eyes, you apart the
I barely breath, I get
And I start

And happens, my lips wake up
They your name stamming
I you to think ''What a silly girl''
And I die

But time and you bring near saying
''I don't meet you and I missed you''
Each morning I the direct
And I choose this

And we are arriving, my life has
A special day, this March
You my hand, we come to a tunner
That the light off

I get your face, thanks to my
I get brave and I kiss you in the
You say that you me and I get you
The last breathe of my