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 of someone with flowers for me, we were friends at a glance
She spoke no but sat by my side in the car
And pointed out en route to the village of Arles

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

Marie, Marie Flore came to hear me that night when I sang for the people of
She back in the shadows of a ruined arena, her frame in my mind was never too far
In the rush that did follow, I she was holding my hand
And ushering me an evening the elders had planned
Marie, Marie Flore, I will always remember your eyes, your smile, and your
The gold that flowed your laughter remain to enlighten the image I have of your face
For I have seen children whose faces are wiser than
And you, my Marie, are certainly 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 I'm dreaming of rain over Paris, or sun in the south end of France
Marie, Marie, Flore...