Luyện nghe bài hát Milanese Waltz/ Marie Flore

Marie, Marie Flore was a small girl of ten whom I met in the end of France
Stepping out of a was the daughter of someone with flowers for me, we were friends at a glance
She spoke no but sat by my side in the car
And out places en route to the village of Arles

Marie, Marie Flore came to table night as I dined in an ancient hotel
The room was all fitted with things from the seventeenth century and they suited her
She would eat nothing but sat in her chair like a
And laughed at my French but seemed always to know I mean

Marie, Marie Flore to hear me that night when I sang for the people of Arles
She back in the shadows of a ruined arena, her frame in my mind was never too far
In the that did follow, I found she was holding my hand
And ushering me through an the elders had planned
Marie, Marie Flore, I will always remember eyes, your smile, and your grace
The gold that flowed with your laughter remain to enlighten the image I of your face
For I have children whose faces are wiser than time
And you, my Marie, are most one of that kind

Marie, Marie Flore, all the odds say see you again, by plan or by chance
But if not, you'll be there when I'm dreaming of over Paris, or sun in the south end of France
Marie, Marie, Flore...