Luyện nghe bài hát Parallel Lines

There's no sound, no one
the sun's gone underground
All the dead still their heads
But their old weeping resound
As we our western talks
Down thousand old blocks
Vesuvius looks
That he ever his mind
And that people now spend time his rage
Kiss my mouth, me no doubts
antiquated gestures now
There's no sound, no one
That lurid moon in out
And your they seem to rhyme
So perfectly with
As we pass ancient gates
And I'm whistling at dogs
And you're on my arm
waiting for the train
Out by parallel lines I try to make
Of that pulsing there in my wrist
But you don't to guess
You're not to be blessed
You're just smiling so to exist