Luyện nghe bài hát Queen Victoria

(A Cohen Set To Music)

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

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

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

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

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