Luyện nghe bài hát The Little Flower Girl

Down at the church the flower sits. legs innocent, apart.
I make the picture puzzle fit to your heart.
Painted sister stopped beside. a upon her saintly lip.
Perhaps admonishing the child the open slip.

I know where she might go when she runs home at night.
It's for the best: I wouldn't when I turned out the light.
No flower girl singing in my troubled dream----
Just an old model in a pose from a magazine.

I have touched that face a dozen before. and I have let my pencil run.
Laid down washes on a foreign shore, a hot and foreign sun.
My best sable drift the soft inside of her arm.
Her I tilt, her breasts I lift. I mean no harm.

I close the door. she is no until the next appointed hour.
Northeastern light push back the painted promises in store.
No little flower girl singing in my troubled
an old man's model in a pose from a magazine.