Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs. Hemingway

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

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

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

Love is the deceiver
It hollows you out a drum
And suddenly is certain
As if all the clouds the curtains
And the sun
And friends now are strangers in this city of
As cold and as cruel as they

Sometimes I at old pictures
And smile at how happy we
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 where magic was

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