Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

Ezra was an old man. He by the sea.
Watching himself older, with no family.
Cassie was a pretty one, a bar by trade.
She had a daughter with big eyes. She called her Jade.
met each other in the park 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 hand and she began to cry.
And he said,
"It ain't no crime, it no crime.
gets a little bit lonely sometimes.
It ain't no crime, it no crime.
gets a little bit lonely sometimes."
The he said, "I was be a painter, gonna paint my masterpiece.
I spent my whole dreamin'. Now they're my only memories.
And I was gonna live in Paris, France. Now my body's apart.
I could be a Pable Picasso if were an art."
And she said, "That lovely. Paris, France.
sayin' those words kinda makes me wanna dance.
Do you dance?"
It no crime, it ain't no crime.
gets a little bit lonely sometimes.
It ain't no crime, it no crime.
Everybody gets a little bit sometimes.
meet there every Sunday in the park at noon.
Ezra would get there early to buy a red balloon.
And Cassie'd tell him all about her luck with men.
She'd say, "Wish I could meet a guy you but they'll never make you
again."
And Jade would fall asleep in Ezra's lap in the park
while still be talkin' a long time after dark.
It no crime, it ain't no crime.
Everybody gets a bit lonely sometimes.
It no crime, it ain't no crime.
Everybody a little bit lonely sometimes.
One afternoon, no Ezra, no red balloon.
a friend of his who said, "Ezra passed away
and he wanted me to this letter to you today."
Well, it was two to Paris.
And a that read, "Thank you for the dance.
My dearest Cassie, you my Paris, France."
It no crime, it ain't no crime.
Everybody gets a little bit sometimes.