Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs. Hemingway

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

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

Living in Paris, in attics and
Where the coal climb every stair
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 with its unerring aim
For now we can say we were lucky most
And throw a rose into the

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

Sometimes I at old pictures
And smile at how we were
How it was to be hungry
It wasn't for or for money
It was for
And now my copper hair's
As the stone on the
In the city magic was

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