Luyện nghe bài hát Rosas (english)

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

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

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

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

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

Escaping a night of a of the Sun
you asked me that it(he,she) should to you a kiss.
With sales 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 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 little face steeped
to which you coming with roses, with(in spite of)
roses
for me,
because already you know I am charmed with these things
that it(he,she) does not import if it(he) is silly, I am like that.
And still(yet) it looks like to me a lie that escapes my
imagining you turn to pass hereabouts,
where Friday every evening, like always,
the hope says " still, probably yes... "

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

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