Luyện nghe bài hát The Floods of Florence

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

And outside, the people
Wondering going on in there
Tossing the dice, pay the price
So they can

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

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

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

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

Griffith out his whiskey, the mad room is misty
Covered with
The is so pretty, she asks for a memory
He touches her knee and she away

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

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

The troubadour comes from the country, falls by the
Sliding on simple
Armed with his anger, he of the danger
He a stranger is in the wings

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

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