Luyện nghe bài hát Little Lotte

Little Lotte let her wander
Little Lotte thought, Am I of dolls
or of goblins or

or of riddles of

Those in the attic

or of

Father the violin

As we read to each other dark of the North

No - what I best, Lotte said,
is when I'm in my bed
and the Angel of Music sings in my head!

The of Music sings songs in my head!

You sang an angel tonight

Father said, I'm in heaven, child
I send the Angel of Music to you'.
Well, father is dead, Raoul, and I been
visited by the of Music.

Oh, no of it - And now we'll go to supper!

No, Raoul, the Angel of is very strict.

Well, I shan't you up late!

Raoul, no

You must change. order my carriage.
Two - Little Lotte.

No, Raoul, wait!

boy!
This of fashion
in your glory!

fool!
This brave suitor,
in my triumph!

Angel! I you!
Speak, I listen...
stay by my side, me!

Angel, my was weak
me...
at last, Master!

Flattering
you shall me,
see why in I hide
Look at your in the mirror
I am inside!

of Music!
and guardian!
Grant to me glory!

of Music!
no longer!
Come to me, strange

I am your Angel of
Come to me: Angel of

Whose is that
Who is that in

I am Angel of Music

Christine,

Come to me: of Music