Luyện nghe bài hát At The Parallel

He by the doors of the Rex all night
Celtas
His eyes trouble more one woman
His voice is heavy and
There's dirt on the
And the newsboy
Nothing ever changes at the
Nothing ever changes at the
's a girl at the Molino
She wears a leather
The of Barcelona
Sticks to her heals as she
Trough the
And he thinks: "What the
does she come for?
Maybe she wants me, and
her way to say it?
Maybe she wants me, and
her way to say it?
she wants me, but who am I to tell?
He his fingernails
his eyebrows
Lights cigarette
Watching the of the street
Acting their of love
And he feels he stands by the gates of hell
Nothing ever changes at the
Nothing ever at the Parallel
That from the Molino
Who wears the leather
Sits rockin' slowly on a chair
Gazing dreamly at the
And he thinks: "What the
is she looking
she wants me, and that's
her way to say it?
Maybe she me, and that's
her way to say it?
she wants me, but who am I to tell?"