Luyện nghe bài hát At The Parallel

He stands by the doors of the Rex all
Celtas
His eyes trouble than one woman
His is heavy and deep
There's dirt on the
And the yell
Nothing ever changes at the
Nothing ever changes at the
's a girl at the Molino
She a leather coat
The of Barcelona
to her heals as she walks
Trough the
And he "What the hell
does she come for?
Maybe she me, and that's
her way to say it?
Maybe she wants me, and
her way to say it?
Maybe she wants me, but who am I to
He his fingernails
his eyebrows
Lights another
Watching the queens of the
Acting parody of love
And he feels like he stands by the of hell
ever changes at the Parallel
Nothing ever at the Parallel
girl from the Molino
Who the leather coat
Sits rockin' slowly on a chair
Gazing at the door
And he thinks: "What the
is she for?
Maybe she wants me, and
her way to say it?
Maybe she wants me, and
her way to say it?
Maybe she me, but who am I to tell?"