Luyện nghe bài hát Parallel Lines

There's no sound, no one
Half the gone underground
All the dead still hold their
But old weeping won't resound
As we our western talks
Down thousand year old
looks ashamed
That he ever lost his
And people now spend time excavating his rage
Kiss my mouth, leave me no
With antiquated now
no sound, no one around
That lurid in peeking out
And your steps they seem to
So perfectly with
As we pass through gates
And I'm at stray dogs
And you're on my arm
waiting for the train
Out by parallel I try to make sense
Of that strange pulsing there in my
But you don't to guess
You're not confused to be
You're smiling so thankful to exist