Luyện nghe bài hát The Belle of St. Mark

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

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

You can tell expressions that he makes public
That he suffers from a badly heart
He as he feeds the afternoon pigeons
But he cries as he the night streets of St. Mark

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
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 I'll probably die

The belle of St. Mark, he don't talk to strangers, so mysterious
His erotic provokes me like no other man
The fire I have for him is serious
I need to make him see that he needs to forget
And if can help him, I can
I can help, I can you

His hair, it blows in the warm Parisian air
That blows his Paris hair is there
The woman that hurt him surely 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 belle of St.
It tears me whenever 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 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 apart whenever I him cry
Ooh, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in with the belle of St. Mark
And if he love me I think I'll probably die
And if he doesn't love me I think I'll die
And if he don't, die