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 an echo of Spanish seas

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

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

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

And the auctioneer clears his
What am I bid for this bottled
A tap on the rail, with a sail
But she's afloat

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

Griffith pulls out his whiskey, the mad room is
Covered with
The girl is so pretty, she for a memory
He touches her knee and she fades

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

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

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

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

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