Luyện nghe bài hát The Floods of Florence

Picasso leans out of the window, looks out on the
the shapes he sees
His old El Greco, soon is expected
Now just an echo of Spanish

And outside, the people
Wondering what's going on in
Tossing the dice, they pay the
So can compare

And the holy [unverified] of love and
Fell beneath the floods of

The shop girls go out to the galleries, spending their
To see if they a hold
They meet an old master, like some lover
For some unknown reason he's old

And the auctioneer clears his
What am I bid for this bottled
A tap on the rail, sunk with a
But soon afloat

And the [unverified] of love and reverence
Fell the floods of Florence

Griffith pulls out his whiskey, the mad room is
Covered with
The girl is so pretty, she for a memory
He touches her knee and she fades

But the box line is long
The show is on
Thirsty for thrills, the fountain is
With of the dawn

And the [unverified] of love and reverence
Fell the floods of Florence

The troubadour comes the country, falls by the factory
on simple strings
Armed his anger, he sings of the danger
He senses a stranger is in the

But the fledgling has to fly
All of the leaves his eye
Echoes explode, rolled from the
The dies

And the holy [unverified] of love and
beneath the floods of Florence