Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs. Hemingway

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

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

Living in Paris, in and garrets
Where the coal merchants every stair
The dance hall next door is filled sailors and whores
And the music floats up the air
Sancerre and oysters, cathedrals and cloisters
And with its unerring aim
For now we can say we lucky most days
And throw a into the Seine

Love is the greatest
It hollows you out a drum
And suddenly nothing is
As if all the clouds closed the
And the sun
And friends now are strangers in this city of
As cold and as as they come

Sometimes I at old pictures
And at how happy we were
How it was to be hungry
It wasn't for fame or for
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
Where the coal merchants climb stair
The dance hall next door is with sailors and whores
And the music floats up the air
Sancerre and oysters, and Notre Dame's cloisters
And time its unerring aim
For now we can say we were lucky days
And throw a rose into the
Now I can say I was most days
And throw a rose into the