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, Marie Flore came to table 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 like a queen
And laughed at my French but seemed always to know what I

Marie, Marie Flore came to hear me that night when I sang for the of Arles
She stood back in the 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 remember your eyes, your smile, and your grace
The gold that flowed with your laughter remain to enlighten the image I have of your
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 when I'm dreaming of rain over Paris, or sun in the south end of France
Marie, Marie, Flore...