Luyện nghe bài hát Parallel Lines

There's no sound, no one
Half the sun's underground
All the dead hold their heads
But their old weeping resound
As we drag our talks
Down thousand year old
Vesuvius looks
he ever lost his mind
And that people now spend time excavating his
my mouth, leave me no doubts
With antiquated now
no sound, no one around
That lurid moon in out
And your steps they to rhyme
So perfectly with
As we pass ancient gates
And I'm whistling at stray
And laughing on my arm
waiting for the train
Out by parallel lines I try to make
Of that pulsing there in my wrist
But you bother to guess
You're not confused to be
You're smiling so thankful to exist