Luyện nghe bài hát When the World Was Young

It isn't by chance I happen to be a boulevardier, the 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, sit over here, somebody will call
A for monsieur, a drink for us all, but how many times, I sat and recall.

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

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

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