Luyện nghe bài hát The Belle of St. Mark

The of St. Mark was a frail but a passionate creature
hair and eyes a deep blue-green
The belle of St. Mark clothes that belonged to his father
Even he was only 17

I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in with the belle of St. Mark
It me apart whenever I hear him cry
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in with the belle of St. Mark
And if he doesn't love me I think probably die

You can from expressions that he makes public
he suffers from a badly broken heart
He smiles as he the afternoon pigeons
But he as he walks the night streets of St. Mark

I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with the belle of St.
It me apart whenever I hear him cry
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with the of St. Mark
And if he doesn't love me I think I'll die

The belle of St. Mark, he talk to strangers, he's so mysterious
His erotic persuasion provokes me no other man
The fire I have for him is serious
I need to make him see that he love to forget
And if anyone can him, I can
I can help, I can you

His Paris hair, it in the warm Parisian air
That blows whenever his Paris is there
The woman that him surely must have trouble sleeping
'Cause the of St. Mark is a beauty extraordinaire

Oh, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with the of St. Mark
It tears me apart I hear him cry
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with the of St. Mark
And if he doesn't me I think I'll probably die

Ooh, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in with the belle of St. Mark
It tears me whenever I hear him cry
Ooh, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in with the belle of St. Mark
And if he doesn't me I think I'll probably die
And if he doesn't me I think I'll probably die
And if he don't, die