Luyện nghe bài hát When the World Was Young

It isn't by I happen to be a boulevardier, the toast of Paree,
For over the noise, the talk and the smoke, I'm for a laugh, a drink or a joke,
I walk in a room, a party of all, come sit over here, somebody call
A for monsieur, a drink for us all, but how many times, I sat and recall.

Are the apple trees, blossoms in the breeze that we among,
Lying in the hay, games we used to play, while the were sung,
Only yesterday when the was young.
Wherever I go they mention my name, and that in itself is some of fame,

Come by for a drink, we're having a game, wherever I go, I'm glad I came.
The talk is gay, the company's fine,
There's laughter and and glamour and wine.
And beautiful girls and summer's mine, but often my eyes see a different shine.

Are the apple trees, sunlit memories, the hammock swung,
On our backs sweet lie, looking at the sky, the stars were strung
Only last July when the was young.