Luyện nghe bài hát Verdi Cries

The man in 119 his tea all alone
Mornings we all rise to wireless cries
I'm opera through the door
The souls of men and women, all
Their voices climb and fall, battle trumpets
I fill the bath and inside, singing

He will not touch pastry
But every day bring him more
Gold from the breakfast tray, I them all away
And go, eat them on the shore

I draw a jackal-headed woman in the
Sing of a lover's fate sealed by hate
And my hand in the sea with just three days more
I'd have just about learned the entire score to

must end as you know
All is memory home with me
The opera, the stolen tea, the sand
The sea all years ago