Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

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

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

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

Did he too much, say too little?
any year 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 streets for
I walk with my head high and naked in the sun
Claiming streets for myself, again

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 see to the left or the right

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