Luyện nghe bài hát Venezia Dismal

Enigma
dancers in the
dismal land
countess dour, in her mask

A duel of silhouettes
a rapture breaks the light

As the gondola sails
by the of milky way
a romantic we cry
ina and faded day

As the leads our eyes
it echoes in grey
when december us dry
the belfry's stuck again

When the magic of this marry confetti dance
is nothing but our icy from beyond our skyclad masks
masks, or starclad, infinite-clad

A oldmen sighs
to the canal bench
when the season tide is

Then december leaves dry
this melancholic place
some tune we cry