Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

Ezra was an old man. He by the sea.
Watching getting older, with no family.
was a pretty one, a bar tender by trade.
She had a daughter with big green eyes. She her Jade.
They met each other in the while Jade was on a swing.
On a bench a tree, they talked about everything.
And she said, "Sometimes I get so scared, and I know why."
She reached for the old man's hand and she to cry.
And he said,
"It no crime, it ain't no crime.
Everybody gets a bit lonely sometimes.
It no crime, it ain't no crime.
Everybody gets a little bit sometimes."
The he said, "I was gonna be a painter, gonna my masterpiece.
I my whole life dreamin'. Now they're my only memories.
And I was gonna live in Paris, France. Now my fallin' apart.
I could be a Pable Picasso if were an art."
And she said, "That lovely. Paris, France.
Just sayin' those words makes me wanna dance.
Do you dance?"
It ain't no crime, it no crime.
Everybody gets a little bit sometimes.
It no crime, it ain't no crime.
Everybody gets a bit lonely sometimes.
They'd meet every Sunday in the park at noon.
Ezra get there early to buy Jade a red balloon.
And tell him all about her awful luck with men.
She'd say, "Wish I meet a guy like you but they'll never make you
again."
And Jade would asleep in Ezra's lap there in the park
while Cassie's still be talkin' a time after dark.
It ain't no crime, it no crime.
Everybody gets a little bit sometimes.
It ain't no crime, it no crime.
gets a little bit lonely sometimes.
One afternoon, no Ezra, no red balloon.
Just a of his who said, "Ezra passed away
and he me to bring this letter to you today."
Well, it was two to Paris.
And a note read, "Thank you for the dance.
My Cassie, you were my Paris, France."
It ain't no crime, it no crime.
Everybody gets a little bit sometimes.