Luyện nghe bài hát The Floods of Florence

Picasso out of the window, looks out on the ghetto
Changing the he sees
His old El Greco, soon is expected
Now an echo of Spanish 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 beneath the of Florence

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

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

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

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

But the box line is long
The spectacular is on
Thirsty for thrills, the is filled
With dreams of the

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

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

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

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