Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs. Hemingway

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

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

Living in Paris, in attics and
Where the coal merchants every stair
The dance hall next door is with sailors and whores
And the floats up through the air
There's and oysters, cathedrals and cloisters
And time with its aim
For now we can say we were lucky days
And throw a rose the Seine

is the greatest deceiver
It you out like a drum
And suddenly is certain
As if all the clouds the curtains
And the sun
And now are strangers in this city of danger
As cold and as cruel as come

Sometimes I look at old
And smile at how happy we
How easy it was to be
It wasn't for or for money
It was for
And now my hair's grey
As the on the quay
In the city magic was

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