Luyện nghe bài hát When the World Was Young

It isn't by I happen to be a boulevardier, the toast of Paree,
For the noise, the talk and the smoke, I'm good for a laugh, a drink or a joke,
I walk in a room, a party of all, come sit over here, 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,
in the hay, games we used to play, while the rounds were sung,
Only yesterday 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, wherever I go, I'm that I came.
The talk is quite gay, the fine,
laughter and lights and glamour and wine.
And beautiful and summer's been mine, but often my eyes see a different shine.

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