Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

L'Allemand to visit me in Paris, in Paris
I remember the men, I the houses in Paris
His station nearby, I was his
We didn't mind, everything, everything, in Paris

And come in looking for comfort
Leave again to the left and the right
Did we see too much, say too
over every dark thing?
Would it all be tomorrow but, he loves me

Framing his face with my in the doorway
I try to the friend from the foe in his eyes
A man's skin will be blown back time and confusion
'Til it gathers by his
In the same shallows like sand at the sea

Did he hear too much, say too
Could any year recover what we in these
With the hum of the war in the run of the

But I walk with my held high and naked in the sun
Claiming these streets for
I walk with my head held high and in the sun
Claiming these streets for myself,

I am the unchanging narrative, I don't neatly
And I am the unchained melody, the current of the need to
And I go on for comfort
I can no longer see to the or the right

But I walk with my head held high and in the sun
these streets for myself
I with my head held high and naked in the sun
Claiming streets for myself
I walk with my held high and naked in the sun
Claiming streets for myself
I walk with my head held and naked in the sun
Claiming these streets for myself,