Luyện nghe bài hát Parallel Lines

There's no sound, no one
Half the sun's gone
All the dead still hold heads
But their old weeping won't
As we our western talks
Down year old blocks
looks ashamed
That he lost his mind
And people now spend time excavating his rage
Kiss my mouth, leave me no
antiquated gestures now
There's no sound, no one
That lurid moon in out
And your steps they seem to
So perfectly mine
As we pass through gates
And I'm whistling at dogs
And you're on my arm
waiting for the train
Out by parallel lines I try to make
Of strange pulsing there in my wrist
But you bother to guess
not confused to be blessed
You're smiling so thankful to exist