Luyện nghe bài hát Little Lotte

Little Lotte let her mind
Little Lotte thought, Am I of dolls
or of or shoes?

or of of frocks

Those picnics in the

or of

Father the violin

As we read to each other dark stories of the

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

The Angel of Music songs in my head!

You sang like an tonight

Father said, 'When I'm in heaven,
I will send the of Music to you'.
Well, father is dead, Raoul, and I have
visited by the of Music.

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

No, Raoul, the of Music is very strict.

Well, I keep you up late!

Raoul, no

You must change. I'll my carriage.
Two minutes - Lotte.

No, Raoul, wait!

boy!
This slave of
in your glory!

fool!
This brave suitor,
in my triumph!

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

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

Flattering
you know me,
see why in shadow I
Look at face in the mirror
I am inside!

of Music!
and guardian!
Grant to me glory!

of Music!
no longer!
Come to me, angel

I am your Angel of
to me: Angel of Music

Whose is that
Who is that in

I am your of Music

Christine,

Come to me: Angel of