Luyện nghe bài hát When Paris Was A Woman

(Cello intro)

(Bassonova intro)

(Whispered) Une, Deux,
Afternoons on the Rue de
In the flat that I with Gertrude...
We served tea and got drunk on
With the generation she found.

Hemingway, Picasso and
Flanners and Sylvia Beach.
We were for unknown destinations
We were to reach.

We war,
We our dreams,
To the world, it seems,
As life at the seams,

But oh ....(Whispered) No!

Paris was a woman,
When was a woman,
When was a woman,
She so well.

How the smoke and opinions fly!
was art, art was life, or else die ..
So we cared for each and every color
a bud on the way to its bloom.

As the blended into the nights,
How we savored our city of -
And we knew that it last forever,
But my God, a ride!

Paris was a woman,
When was a woman,
When was a woman,
She so well.
She so well.

My -
She was my shepherdess,
My Pyrenees.
With eyes, a mountain range was she.
She so me.
We so loved.

When Paris was a ...

(Guitar solo)

The escapades,
The rigolos.
The geniuses,
The gigolos.
The legacy we ...
Who

But oh ... (Whispered) Gertrude!

When was a woman,
When was a woman,
When was a woman,
She so well.
She so well.
We loved...

When was a woman,
When was a woman,
Paris was a woman,
She so well.