Luyện nghe bài hát Toreador in The Rain

Sad boy of the street
of a thief
With the mind of a
the puddles with feet
Of a in an arena
Sings an old song
Dancing
Using his red coat as a cape

thundering down
Sounds like the from
of people
He feels as the wind
Free as the
the cathedral
Kneels to acknowledge his
all his pain
Little in the rain

Bathed in a of pink
Purple and blue la molina
The reflecting the neon
Lights torero in his arena
He looks down at his
Imagining
Worn of sequin, and brocade

He and kisses the beast
Fearing the
Knowing death not find him
But maybe one day he face
The horns of the
His childhood him

Brave young man from the
No a thief
No longer a
Stands in front of the
A golden in an arena
It starts to thunder and
that day
He danced a fool on the wing of a dream

Sand to mud
Soon where his blood will and mingle
Free, free as an
Up with the
Around the
Never to be again
all in vain
There lies the toreador in the

toreador in the rain
Little toreador in the