Luyện nghe bài hát At The Parallel

He stands by the doors of the Rex all
Chain-smoking
His trouble more than 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
There 's a at the Molino
She wears a leather
The of Barcelona
Sticks to her heals as she
Trough the
And he "What the hell
does she come here
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?
He his fingernails
Scratches his
Lights another
Watching the of the street
Acting their parody of
And he feels he stands by the gates of hell
Nothing ever at the Parallel
ever changes at the Parallel
That girl from the
Who the leather coat
Sits there rockin' on a chair
dreamly at the door
And he "What the hell
is she for?
she wants me, and that's
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?"