Luyện nghe bài hát At The Parallel

He stands by the of the Rex all night
Celtas
His eyes trouble more than one
His is heavy and deep
There's on the sidewalk
And the newsboy
Nothing ever changes at the
ever changes at the Parallel
There 's a at the Molino
She a leather coat
The of Barcelona
Sticks to her heals as she
the door
And he thinks: "What the
does she here for?
she wants me, and that's
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 another
Watching the of the street
their parody of love
And he feels he stands by the gates of hell
Nothing ever at the Parallel
Nothing ever at the Parallel
That from the Molino
Who wears the leather
Sits there rockin' on a chair
Gazing dreamly at the
And he thinks: "What the
is she for?
Maybe she me, and that's
her way to say it?
she wants me, and that's
her way to say it?
Maybe she me, but who am I to tell?"