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 drag our western
thousand year old blocks
Vesuvius ashamed
he ever lost his mind
And that people now time excavating his rage
Kiss my mouth, me no doubts
antiquated gestures now
There's no sound, no one
That moon in peeking out
And your steps they to rhyme
So perfectly with
As we pass through ancient
And I'm whistling at stray
And you're on my arm
waiting for the train
Out by parallel lines I try to sense
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