Luyện nghe bài hát The Floods of Florence

Picasso out of the window, looks out on the ghetto
Changing the he sees
His old friend El Greco, soon is
Now just an echo of seas

And outside, the stare
Wondering going on in there
the dice, they pay the price
So can compare

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

The shop girls go out to the galleries, spending salaries
To see if they catch a
They meet an old master, like unknown lover
For unknown reason he's never old

And the clears his throat
What am I bid for this boat?
A tap on the rail, sunk a sail
But soon afloat

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

pulls out his whiskey, the mad room is misty
Covered yesterdays
The girl is so pretty, she asks for a
He touches her and she fades away

But the box office line is
The spectacular is on
Thirsty for thrills, the is filled
dreams of the dawn

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

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

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

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