Luyện nghe bài hát When the World Was Young

It isn't by chance I to be a boulevardier, the toast 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 for monsieur, a drink for us all, but how many times, I sat and recall.

Are the apple trees, in the breeze that we walk among,
Lying in the hay, we used to play, while the rounds were sung,
Only when the world was young.
Wherever I go they 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 talk is quite gay, the fine,
There's laughter and lights and and wine.
And beautiful girls and summer's been mine, but often my see a different shine.

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