Luyện nghe bài hát Parallel Lines

There's no sound, no one
Half the sun's underground
All the dead still their heads
But old weeping won't resound
As we drag our western
Down thousand old blocks
looks ashamed
That he ever lost his
And that people now spend time excavating his
my mouth, leave me no doubts
With gestures now
no sound, no one around
That moon in peeking out
And your steps they seem to
So with mine
As we pass ancient gates
And I'm whistling at dogs
And you're on my arm
Just for the train
Out by lines I try to make sense
Of that strange there in my wrist
But you bother to guess
You're not confused to be
You're just so thankful to exist