Luyện nghe bài hát Toreador in The Rain

Sad boy of the street
Hands of a
the mind of a dreamer
Dodging the puddles feet
Of a in an arena
Sings an old andalucian
Dancing
his dirty red coat as a cape

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

Bathed in a rainbow of
Purple and blue la molina
The pavement reflecting the
Lights torero in his arena
He looks at his clothes
those
Worn of sequin, gold and

He and kisses the beast
Fearing the
death will not find him
But maybe one day he will
The of the devil
His behind him

Brave young man the streets
No a thief
No a dreamer
in front 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 his blood will splatter and mingle
Free, free as an
Up with the
the cathedral
Never to be again
all in vain
There lies the in the rain

Little in the rain
Little toreador in the