Luyện nghe bài hát Queen Victoria

(A Cohen Set To Music)

Victoria,
My and all his tobacco loved you,
I you too in all your forms,
the slim and virgin floating among German beer,
the governess 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 an empty cast iron exhibition,
I want on everything,
my love, she gone with other boys.

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

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

Victoria,
the Twentieth belongs to you and me.
Let us be two severe not less lonely for our partnership,
who discolour test in the halls of Science,
who turn up at every World's Fair,
with proverbs and corrections,
confusing the tourists
with our incomparable of loss.