Luyện nghe bài hát Rosas (english)

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

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

the moment in which I knew you
summarizing hurries time of silence
you I swear I have returned to say to nobody
that we have the record of the in to love ourselves.

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

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

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

Six months happened(passed) and you good-bye to me,
a pleasure to coincide with 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 were coming with roses, with(in of)
roses
for me,
because already you know that I am charmed these things
that it(he,she) does not if it(he) is very silly, I am like that.
And still(yet) it looks to me a lie that escapes my life
imagining that you to pass hereabouts,
where every every evening, like always,
the hope " still, today probably yes... "

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

of it it(he,she) was hoping with the sweet little
face
to which you coming with roses, with(in spite of)
thousand
for me,
because already you know that I am charmed with these
that it(he,she) does not 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 to pass hereabouts,
dondé every Friday every evening, always,
the hope says " still, today yes... "