Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs. Hemingway

We packed up our books and our
Our dreams and worsted wool suits
We sailed on the eighth of
old Hudson River
Here the sea
And love was as new and as bright and as
I loved you and you loved me

Two trunks in the carriage
Safe arrival we back home
It was just a few days before
We our stockings with wishes and walked for hours
Arm and arm the rain, to the glassed-in cafe
That held us like hot house

in Paris, in attics and garrets
Where the coal merchants every stair
The dance hall next is filled with sailors and whores
And the music floats up the air
There's Sancerre and oysters, and cloisters
And time its unerring aim
For now we can say we were most days
And a rose into the Seine

is the greatest deceiver
It hollows you out like a
And suddenly nothing is
As if all the closed the curtains
And the sun
And friends now are in this city of danger
As cold and as cruel as they

I look at old pictures
And at how happy we were
How it was to be hungry
It wasn't for or for money
It was for
And now my copper grey
As the on the quay
In the where magic was

in Paris, in attics and garrets
Where the coal merchants every stair
The dance hall next is filled with sailors and whores
And the music up through the air
There's Sancerre and oysters, and Notre cloisters
And time with its aim
For now we can say we were lucky days
And a rose into the Seine
Now I can say I was most days
And throw a into the Seine