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 good for a laugh, a or a joke,
I walk in a room, a party of all, come sit here, somebody will call
A drink for monsieur, a drink for us all, but how times, I sat and recall.

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

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

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