Luyện nghe bài hát Rosas (english)

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

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

From the in which I knew you
summarizing with hurries of silence
you I that I have returned to say to nobody
that we have the of the world in to love ourselves.

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

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

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

Six happened(passed) and you said good-bye to me,
a pleasure to with this life.
There I remained, in a the heart,
and in other one excuse neither that nor you dealing.

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

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

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