Luyện nghe bài hát The Floods of Florence

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

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

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

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

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

And the holy [unverified] of and reverence
Fell 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 touches her knee and she fades

But the box office is long
The spectacular is on
Thirsty for thrills, the fountain is
With dreams of the

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

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

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

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