Luyện nghe bài hát At The Parallel

He by the doors of the Rex all night
Chain-smoking
His eyes trouble more than one
His voice is heavy and
There's dirt on the
And the yell
Nothing ever at the Parallel
Nothing ever changes at the
There 's a girl at the
She wears a coat
The of Barcelona
to her heals as she walks
Trough the
And he thinks: "What the
does she come here
she wants 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 cigarette
the queens of the street
Acting their parody of
And he feels like he stands by the gates of
Nothing ever changes at the
Nothing ever at the Parallel
That girl the Molino
Who the leather coat
there rockin' slowly on a chair
Gazing dreamly at the
And he "What the hell
is she for?
Maybe she wants me, and
her way to say it?
Maybe she me, and that's
her way to say it?
Maybe she me, but who am I to tell?"