Luyện nghe bài hát Toreador in The Rain

Sad boy of the street
Hands of a
the mind of a dreamer
Dodging the puddles with
Of a torero in an
Sings an old song
Dancing
Using his dirty red coat as a

thundering down
Sounds like the from
of people
He free as the wind
Free as the
Around the
Kneels to acknowledge his
all his pain
Little toreador in the

Bathed in a of pink
Purple and outside la molina
The reflecting the neon
this torero in his arena
He down at his clothes
those
Worn of sequin, and brocade

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

young man from the streets
No more a
No a dreamer
Stands in of the beast
A torero in an arena
It starts to and rain
Remembering day
He like a fool on the wing of a dream

Sand to mud
Soon where his blood will and mingle
Free, as an angel
Up with the
Around the
to be seen again
Dreams all in
There the toreador in the rain

Little in the rain
Little in the rain