Mr Edwards liked singing very much, but he is very bad at it. He went to dinner at a friend’s house last week, and there were some other guests there too.
爱德华兹先生非常喜欢唱歌，但是他非常不擅长。上星期他去一个朋友的家里吃饭，那儿还有其他一些客人。
They had a good dinner, and then the hostess went to Mr Edwards and said, “You can sing, Peter. Please sing us something.”
他们吃了一顿美餐，然后女主人走到爱德华兹先生身边说：“你会唱歌，彼得。请给我们唱歌吧。”
Mr Edwards was very happy, and he began to sing an old song about the mountains of Spain. The guests listened to it for a few minutes and then one of the guests began to cry. She was a small woman and had dark hair and very dark eyes.
爱德华兹先生非常高兴，于是他唱起了一支关于西班牙山脉的古老歌曲。客人听了几分钟，然后其中一个客人哭了起来。她是个身材矮小的女人，长着黑色的头发和乌黑的眼睛。
One of the other guests went to her, put his hand on her back and said, “Please don’t cry. Are you Spanish?”
其他客人中有一个走到她身边，把手放在她的背上，说：“请不要哭了。你是西班牙人吗？”
Another young man asked, “Do you love Spain?”
另一个青年问：“你爱西班牙吗？”
“No,” she answered, “I’m not Spanish, and I’ve never been to Spain. I’m a singer, and I love music.”
“不，”她回答说，“我不是西班牙人，我也从没去过西班牙。我是个歌唱家，我喜爱音乐。”
