Luyện nghe bài hát The French Let Her

Poor Greta thought do better
On the West of the Berlin
went crazy down the emissary
When she missed her curtain call
(The let her be a domicile)

The lady of the Bolshy Ballet
She lived for dancing
But in the face of
She only lived for

She still the warnings of family
And friends, as she sat at cafe
Don't leave till you're sure be happier there
'Cos we'll never see you

She saw her face on cover
They said she was the best
She wasn't breathing when they her body
She stand it in the West