Luyện nghe bài hát Toreador in The Rain

Sad boy of the street
Hands of a
With the mind of a
Dodging the puddles feet
Of a torero in an
Sings an old song
Dancing
Using his dirty red as a cape

Rain thundering
Sounds like the applause
Hundreds of
He feels as the wind
as the swifts
Around the
Kneels to acknowledge his
Forgets all his
Little in the rain

Bathed in a of pink
Purple and blue outside la
The pavement reflecting the
Lights this torero in his
He looks at his clothes
Imagining
of sequin, gold and brocade

He kneels and the beast
the least
Knowing death will not him
But maybe one day he face
The of the devil
His behind him

Brave man from the streets
No a thief
No longer a
Stands in of the beast
A golden torero in an
It starts to and rain
that day
He danced a fool on the wing of a dream

turning to mud
Soon where his will splatter and mingle
Free, free as an
Up the swifts
the cathedral
Never to be again
Dreams all in
lies the toreador in the rain

Little in the rain
toreador in the rain