Luyện nghe bài hát The Belle of St. Mark

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

I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love the belle 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 belle of St.
And if he doesn't love me I think I'll die

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

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 love the belle of St. Mark
And if he doesn't love me I I'll probably die

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

His Paris hair, it blows in the Parisian air
That whenever his Paris hair is there
The woman that hurt him surely must have trouble
'Cause the belle of St. Mark is a 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 belle of St.
And if he doesn't me I think I'll probably die

Ooh, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love 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 love with the belle of St.
And if he doesn't love me I think I'll die
And if he love me I think I'll probably die
And if he don't, die