Luyện nghe bài hát The Dream Of The Old Boats

Running by the shiny way
Which flows
Down the marine
Of a waterline

There was a breeze
Strange

And was the sun

It was able to warm me up
No an enemy
The sight passed me by, as pictures
Playing to a sweet

Then the of a boat
The art in its
Its baroque
Its inlays

Its ornaments
Its lone
Its ancient
Its wars

As Venice has been
As the moon ever be
Just only is the sea

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