Luyện nghe bài hát Milanese Waltz/ Marie Flore

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

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

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

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