Luyện nghe bài hát Old Hanoi

Where are all the Satchel
Selling books the Metripole?
Books to read in English, books of and sorrows
Of this land and they are gone and they've flown away

are all the cyclos
With their drivers pedaling
Crowded out by motorbike, to lesser space
In old Hanoi and they wings and they've flown away

And in the words of Greene
the Quiet American
Who's searching these streets
For old

And in all of sacred things
I've been blessed in life to see
I Im in someones dream
In

is the eloquence
Of the ladies on bicycles?
Dressed in their au dias in the flowered nights
Of Indochine and they rode to progress and they've flown

And in the words of Graham
Like the American
searching these sacred streets
For old Hanoi, old Hanoi, old
for Indochine, the old Hanoi
Cherchant l Indochine, in old Hanoi, in old