Luyện nghe bài hát Parallel Lines

There's no sound, no one
Half the sun's underground
All the dead still hold their
But old weeping won't resound
As we drag our western
Down thousand old blocks
Vesuvius ashamed
That he ever lost his
And that people now spend time his rage
Kiss my mouth, me no doubts
antiquated gestures now
There's no sound, no one
That moon in peeking out
And steps they seem to rhyme
So perfectly with
As we pass through ancient
And I'm whistling at dogs
And laughing on my arm
Just for the train
Out by parallel lines I try to make
Of that strange pulsing there in my
But you bother to guess
You're not confused to be
just smiling so thankful to exist