Luyện nghe bài hát The Belle of St. Mark

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

I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with the of St. Mark
It tears me 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 think probably die

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

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

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

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

Oh, 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
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

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 love with the of St. Mark
And if he doesn't love me I think probably die
And if he doesn't love me I think probably die
And if he don't, die