Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

L'Allemand used to me in Paris, in Paris
I the men, I remember the houses in Paris
His nearby, I was his afternoons
We mind, shared everything, everything, in Paris

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

Framing his face with my hands in the
I try to decipher the friend from the foe in his
A man's skin will be back with time and confusion
'Til it by his ears
In the same human shallows sand at the sea

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

But I with my head held 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

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

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