Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

When you land in Paris and wave you right through
your passport picture, doesn't look much like you
They don't look at your luggage, they look at your face
you pose no danger and you're such a disgrace

You go out walking down the Champs
And your spirits are sinking, it can that way
When you do your Bogart and they don't seem to care
They walk right down the like you ain't even there

Lookin' in the direction
it from the inside out
The way you wait for Christmas
The way you to twist and shout

It must be the jet lag, you hope pass
You check reflection in the store front glass
Kinda at the temples, kinda goes with the hat
Kinda round in the middle but it even that
It's nothing you can see, nothing you can smell
But you no danger and man they can tell

in the wrong direction
Seein' it from the out
The way you couldn't wait for
The way you used to and shout

You see it in the in the morning
You feel it in the middle of the
with your eyes wide open
Waking the shades drawn tight