Luyện nghe bài hát Muñeca de Trapo (english)

As pictures that are not for hanging,
As the of the dinner of yesterday,
Always hoping that he(she) says something to you
And my felt words do not to fly...

it is never dissolved in tea
as the person never says I will do it
I sit that I am in a of love
you will forget me if I do not my declaration...

Abrazaría doubting
for seeing your facing listening to to speak to the

you are everything what more I
but you I in my silences
my eyes are two crossings black
that have never clearly
my heart of a sorrow(sentence)
and I a wrist(doll) of rag...

silence is the humble one to
stay my non-stop(steadily) of crying
I want to tell you I sit for you
who to speak the moon of January
you at you...

Abrazaría without
for your facing listening to myself to speak to the

you are everything what more I
but you I lose in my
my eyes they are two crossings
that have never clearly
my full of a sorrow(sentence)
and I a wrist(doll) of rag...

I do not have fear to the eternal
to his(its,her) stories either
but the silence is some kind of
and my are very long...

And to your return far
between(among) the of some tango
because this sincere
in his(its) wrist(doll) of rag...