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 an echo of Spanish seas

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

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

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

And the auctioneer his throat
What am I bid for bottled boat?
A tap on the rail, sunk with a
But soon she's

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

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

But the box office line is
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 comes from the country, by the factory
Sliding on simple
Armed his anger, he sings of the danger
He senses a is in the wings

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

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