Luyện nghe bài hát He Went To Paris

He to Paris
Looking for
To questions that him so

He was
Young and
the world on his own
But the warm breezes
The French wines and
Put his at bay
His summers and
Scattered splinters
And four to five years away

Then he to England
the piano
And married an named Kim
They had a fine life, she was a good
And bore him son named Jim
And all of the answers, and all the
He in his attic one day
'Cause he the quiet
Clean country and
Twenty more slipped away

Well, the war his baby
Bombs killed his
And him with only one eye
His body was
His world was shattered
And all he could do was cry
the tears were falling and he was recalling
Answers he'd never
So he hopped on a freighter, the ocean
And left England without a

Now he lives in the
the pilings
And drinks his green each day
his memoirs
Losin' his
But he care what most people
eighty-six years of perpetual motion
If he likes you smile, and he'll say,
"Jimmy, of it's magic, some of it's tragic
But I had a life all of the way."

And he went to
Lookin' for to questions
That him so