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 mean of the huge pink maps,
the mourner of a prince.

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

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

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

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