Luyện nghe bài hát Milanese Waltz/ Marie Flore

Marie, Marie 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 flowers for me, we were at a glance
She spoke no English but sat by my in the car
And out places en route to the village of Arles

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

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

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 of rain over Paris, or sun in the south end of France
Marie, Marie, Flore...