Luyện nghe bài hát Parallel Lines

There's no sound, no one
the sun's gone underground
All the dead still hold their
But their old weeping resound
As we drag our western
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 gestures now
no sound, no one around
That moon in peeking out
And steps they seem to rhyme
So perfectly mine
As we pass through ancient
And I'm whistling at dogs
And laughing on my arm
waiting for the train
Out by parallel I try to make sense
Of that strange pulsing in my wrist
But you bother to guess
You're not to be blessed
You're just so thankful to exist