Luyện nghe bài hát Toreador in The Rain

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

Rain thundering
Sounds the applause from
Hundreds of
He feels as the wind
as the swifts
Around the
to acknowledge his fame
Forgets all his
Little toreador in the

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

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

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

turning to mud
Soon where his will splatter and mingle
Free, as an angel
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