Luyện nghe bài hát Queen Victoria

(A Cohen Set To Music)

Victoria,
My father and all his tobacco you,
I love you too in all forms,
the slim and lovely floating among German beer,
the governess of the huge pink maps,
the solitary of a prince.

Victoria,
I am and rainy,
I am dirty as a glass in a train station,
I feel like an empty cast exhibition,
I ornaments on everything,
because my love, she gone with boys.

Victoria,
do you a punishment under the white lace,
will you be short with her, will you her read those little Bibles,
will you her with a mechanical corset.
I her pure as power, I want her skin slightly musty with petticoats
you wash the easy bidet out of her head?

Victoria,
I'm not much nourished by love,
will you come my life
with your sorrow and your carriages,
And perfect
memories.

Victoria,
the Twentieth belongs to you and me.
Let us be two giants not less lonely for our partnership,
who discolour tubes in the halls of Science,
who turn up unwelcome at every Fair,
with proverbs and corrections,
confusing the star-dazed
with our sense of loss.