Luyện nghe bài hát Jueves (english)

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

You sit in front of me and you imagine
that I wear for you my most skirt
And you yawn to the cristal
My pupils get

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

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

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

And then happens, my lips up
They pronoun your name
I suppose you to think ''What a girl''
And I die

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

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

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