Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

Nobody left in the lounge
cleaned the ashtrays
TV's just wound

I've got to till morning
got to last the night
I've got one book
To see me through my

But when I get to
paint all our portraits
In brush-strokes of
And christen the

The left bank is
For color to it
the roof of a palace
We'll in the amber
When I get to

You were the
Of Montmartre life
You the tablecloth
Art has its

It's so to hold on
To the ghost of your
It takes
To call the colors you

Oh, but when I get to
We'll all our portraits
In of yellow
And the canvas

The left is crying
For to crown it
Like the roof of a
We'll drink in the
I get to Paris

I've got to wait morning
Oh, I've got to the night
I've got one book
To see me my flight

Oh, but when I get to
We'll all our portraits
In of yellow
And christen the

The bank is crying
For to crown it
the roof of a palace
We'll drink in the
When I get to

Like the of a palace
We'll in the amber
When I get to