Luyện nghe bài hát The Little Flower Girl

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

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

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

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