Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

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

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

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

Did he too much, say too little?
Could any recover what we lost in these
With the hum of the war in the run of the

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

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

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