Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs. Hemingway

We packed up our and our dishes
Our dreams and your wool suits
We on the eighth of December
old Hudson River
Here the sea
And was as new and as bright and as true
When I loved you and you me

Two trunks in the carriage
arrival we cabled back home
It was just a few before Christmas
We filled our stockings with wishes and for hours
Arm and arm through the rain, to the cafe
That us like hot house flowers

Living in Paris, in attics and
Where the coal merchants climb every
The hall next door is filled with sailors and whores
And the music up through the air
There's Sancerre and oysters, cathedrals and
And time with its aim
For now we can say we lucky most days
And a rose into the Seine

Love is the deceiver
It you out like a drum
And suddenly nothing is
As if all the clouds the curtains
And the sun
And now are strangers in this city of danger
As and as cruel as they come

Sometimes I look at old
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 city where was

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