Luyện nghe bài hát Parallel Lines

There's no sound, no one
Half the sun's gone
All the dead hold their heads
But their old won't resound
As we our western talks
thousand year old blocks
Vesuvius ashamed
he ever lost his mind
And that people now spend time his rage
my mouth, leave me no doubts
With antiquated now
There's no sound, no one
lurid moon in peeking out
And steps they seem to rhyme
So with mine
As we through ancient gates
And I'm at stray dogs
And you're on my arm
Just waiting for the
Out by parallel lines I try to sense
Of that strange pulsing in my wrist
But you don't to guess
not confused to be blessed
You're just so thankful to exist