Luyện nghe bài hát The Girls with the Glass

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I suffer from a rare bone
They call me glass man'
Dufayel

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Dufayel, I'm -

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Amélie

Why is it someone so young and of life
Spends every night at her window
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Are you an

Every day I come to a canvas with and brush
And I ask myself the question

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May I?

Paintings, paintings
And each of them and the same

Every I get a bit closer
As I my way to the center
But in the end it comes down
To her

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The Luncheon of the Boating Party
I've been painting it for twenty

See her
hid
In the budding middle
I can capture face
tender embrace
Except for the girl the glass

So much
The game of
That can play
See they laugh and try
To each other's eye
But the girl with the glass looks

The with the glass

I wonder, what she see?

The girl with the

As if looking out at me

The girl with the

a young girl
Who belong
To
Or

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Maybe she's - different

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In what

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I know
Maybe she was little
She didn't get to play with other

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Well, isn't it time she started?

Maybe this soirée
Is a party thrown
she's reunited
That dog its owner
And she whispered
That he's him
While she sits and watches it all
the rim of her glass

I wonder, what does she

The girl with the

As if looking out at me

The girl the glass

a young girl who doesn't belong
To (anywhere)

Or

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