Luyện nghe bài hát Rosas (english)

In one day of about that I am in the habit of

" it(he,she) is going to be the least well-considered
day ",
we crossed, you have decided to look,
at the blue ojitos that now go to side

From the in which I knew you
summarizing with hurries of silence
you I swear that I have returned to say to
that we have the record of the in to love ourselves.

Because of it it(he,she) was hoping with the sweet
face
to which you were with roses, with(in spite of)
thousand
for me,
because already you that I am charmed with these

that it(he,she) does not import if it(he) is silly,
I am that.
And still(yet) it looks to me a lie that escapes
my
imagining you turn to pass hereabouts,
where every every evening, like always,
the says " still, today probably yes... "

Escaping a of a yawn of the Sun
you asked me it(he,she) should give to you a kiss.
reduction sales that go out my love,
what finds it hard to keep about me to you with one of
this.

Six months happened(passed) and you said to me,
a to coincide with this life.
There I remained, in a the heart,
and in other one neither that nor you were dealing.

Because of it it(he,she) was hoping with the little face steeped
to which you coming with roses, with(in spite of)
thousand
for me,
because already you know that I am with these things
that it(he,she) does not import if it(he) is very silly, I am that.
And still(yet) it looks like to me a lie that escapes my
imagining that you turn to hereabouts,
where Friday every evening, like always,
the hope says " still, probably yes... "

And it(he,she) is that I thinking
that the real is only the first one.
And it(he,she) is I start suspecting
that the others are to forget...

Because of it it(he,she) was hoping with the little
face
to which you coming with roses, with(in spite of)
roses
for me,
because already you know that I am charmed these things
that it(he,she) does not import if it(he) is silly,
I am that.
And still(yet) it like to me a lie that escapes my life
imagining that you to pass hereabouts,
dondé every Friday every evening, always,
the hope says " still, probably yes... "