Luyện nghe bài hát The Dream Of The Old Boats

Running by the shiny way
Which flows
the marine mirror
Of a ionic

was a fresh breeze
Strange

And was the sun

It was even able to me up
No longer an
The passed me by, as pictures running
to a sweet roundabout

Then the mighty of a
The art in its
Its baroque
Its gone

Its ornaments
Its lone
Its memories
Its lost

As Venice has never
As the won't ever be
like only is the sea

It was a dream, a dream
'cause only in a there's fresh breeze
the can me up
wish I dream it again!