Luyện nghe bài hát Little Lottie...

Little let her mind wander
Lotte thought
Am I fonder of or of goblins or shoes

(laughs)
Or of riddles or

Those picnics in the

Or of

Father the violin

As we to each other
stories of the North

No what I best Lotte said
is i'm asleep in my bed
and the angel of music sings songs in my

The of Music sings songs in my head

You sang like an tonight

Father said when i'm in child
I will The Angel of Music to you.
Well is dead Raoul
and I have been visited by the angel of

Oh no of it.
and now we go to

No Raoul the angel of music is strict

Well I shant you up late

no!

you must change i'll order my
two minutes little

No wait!
(The Mirror)

boy!
this slave of
in your glory
Ignorant
brave young suitor
in my triumph!

Angel I you!
Speak! I listen by my side
me
Angel my soul was weak me!
Enter at master!

Flattering child you shall me
see why in shadow I
look at face in the mirror
I am inside!

Angel of music guide and
to me your glory
Angel of Music no longer
to me, strange angel

I am your of music
to me Angel of Music