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 River
comes the sea
And love was as new and as bright and as
I loved you and you loved me

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

Living in Paris, in attics and
Where the merchants climb 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 with its aim
For now we can say we were lucky days
And throw a rose the Seine

Love is the greatest
It hollows you out a drum
And nothing is certain
As if all the clouds the curtains
And the sun
And friends now are strangers in this of danger
As cold and as cruel as they

Sometimes I at old pictures
And smile at how we were
How easy it was to be
It for fame or for money
It was for
And now my hair's grey
As the on the quay
In the city magic was

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