Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

Ezra was an old man. He by the sea.
Watching getting older, with no family.
Cassie was a one, a bar tender by trade.
She had a with big green eyes. She called her Jade.
They met each other in the while Jade was on a swing.
On a bench underneath a tree, they talked everything.
And she said, "Sometimes I get so scared, and I know why."
She for the old man's hand and she began to cry.
And he said,
"It ain't no crime, it no crime.
Everybody gets a little bit sometimes.
It ain't no crime, it no crime.
Everybody gets a little bit sometimes."
The he said, "I was be a painter, gonna paint my masterpiece.
I spent my whole life dreamin'. Now they're my memories.
And I was gonna in Paris, France. Now my body's fallin' apart.
I could be a Picasso if delusion were an art."
And she said, "That lovely. Paris, France.
Just sayin' those words kinda makes me dance.
Do you dance?"
It ain't no crime, it no crime.
Everybody a little bit lonely sometimes.
It no crime, it ain't no crime.
Everybody gets a bit lonely sometimes.
They'd there every Sunday in the park at noon.
Ezra get there early to buy Jade a red balloon.
And Cassie'd him all about her awful luck with men.
She'd say, "Wish I meet a guy like you but they'll never make you
again."
And Jade would fall asleep in lap there in the park
Cassie's still be talkin' a long time after dark.
It ain't no crime, it no crime.
Everybody gets a bit lonely sometimes.
It ain't no crime, it no crime.
Everybody gets a little bit sometimes.
One afternoon, no Ezra, no red balloon.
Just a friend of his who said, "Ezra away
and he wanted me to bring letter to you today."
Well, it was two to Paris.
And a that read, "Thank you for the dance.
My dearest Cassie, you my Paris, France."
It no crime, it ain't no crime.
Everybody gets a bit lonely sometimes.