Luyện nghe bài hát At The Parallel

He stands by the of the Rex all night
Celtas
His eyes trouble more one woman
His voice is and deep
There's dirt on the
And the newsboy
Nothing ever changes at the
Nothing ever changes at the
There 's a at the Molino
She wears a coat
The of Barcelona
to her heals as she walks
Trough the
And he thinks: "What the
does she come 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?
He his fingernails
his eyebrows
Lights cigarette
the queens of the street
Acting parody of love
And he feels like he by the gates of hell
Nothing ever changes at the
Nothing ever at the Parallel
That girl the Molino
Who wears the coat
Sits there slowly on a chair
dreamly at the door
And he thinks: "What the
is she looking
Maybe she wants me, and
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?"