Luyện nghe bài hát The Floods of Florence

Picasso leans out of the window, out on the ghetto
Changing the shapes he
His old El Greco, soon is expected
Now just an of Spanish seas

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

And the holy of love and reverence
beneath the floods of Florence

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

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

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

Griffith pulls out his whiskey, the mad is misty
Covered yesterdays
The is so pretty, she asks for a memory
He touches her knee and she fades

But the box office line is
The spectacular is on
for thrills, the fountain is filled
With dreams of the

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

The comes from the country, falls by the factory
Sliding on simple
with his anger, he sings of the danger
He senses a stranger is in the

But the fledgling has to fly
All of the innocence his eye
Echoes explode, from the road
The melody

And the holy of love and reverence
Fell the floods of Florence