Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

Ezra was an old man. He by the sea.
Watching getting older, with no family.
Cassie was a one, a bar tender by trade.
She had a daughter with big eyes. She called her Jade.
They met each other in the while Jade was on a swing.
On a bench underneath a tree, 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.
Everybody gets a bit lonely sometimes.
It no crime, it ain't no crime.
gets a little bit lonely sometimes."
The he said, "I was gonna be a painter, paint my masterpiece.
I spent my whole life dreamin'. Now they're my memories.
And I was gonna live in Paris, France. Now my fallin' apart.
I could be a Picasso if delusion were an art."
And she said, "That lovely. Paris, France.
Just sayin' those kinda makes me wanna dance.
Do you dance?"
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.
They'd meet there every Sunday in the at noon.
Ezra would get there early to buy a red balloon.
And Cassie'd tell him all her awful 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 there in the
while Cassie's still be talkin' a long after dark.
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.
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 dearest Cassie, you my Paris, France."
It ain't no crime, it no crime.
Everybody gets a little bit sometimes.