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 and the smoke, I'm good for a laugh, a drink or a joke,
I walk in a room, a of all, come 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, in the breeze that we walk among,
Lying in the hay, games we to play, while the rounds were sung,
Only yesterday the world 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 that I came.
The talk is quite gay, the 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 trees, sunlit memories, where the hammock swung,
On our backs sweet lie, looking at the sky, till the were strung
Only July when the world was young.