Luyện nghe bài hát The Curse

He his eyes
Falls in at first sight
With the girl in the
What beautiful
full of life
After of years, what a face to wake up to

He holds a sigh
As she his arm
She dusts off the bed where til now been sleeping
Under of stone
The dry fig of his
Under scarab and
Starts back to its

She him home
In a beautiful
He the sea from a porthole in stowage
He can all she says
As she by his bed
And one day his lips her
In her own
The days pass
He loves her laugh
The time he moves it's her hair that he touches
She "Are you cursed?"
He says "I think I'm cured."
he talks of the Nile and the girls in ?bull rushes?

In New York he is
In a glass case
He he is dead
People crowd to see him
But at night she comes
And the two down the halls of the tomb
That she calls a
But he stops to
Then less and
Then her that looks tired
Staying up questions
He how to read
From the papers she is writing about him
he makes corrections
It's his face on her
More to look
from Iowa
Upper
Then one day too much
He to get up
Then as chaos ensues he walks to find her
She is using a
And her looks too pale
But she's to see him
As walk he supports her
She "Are you cursed?"
But his answer is
In a of flashbulbs
Rowdy

reanimation
The two the nation
He gets out of
other women
He of her fondly
nights in the museum
She's just one more rag now he's behind him
She stops out
She just lies in bed
In hotels in whatever towns are speaking
her face starts to set
And her hands start to
Then one day the dry fig of her heart its beating

ago on the ship
She why pyramids
He said "Think of them as an invitation."
She "Are you cursed?"
He says "I think I'm cured."
he kissed her and hoped
That she'd forget question