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

Framing his with my hands in the doorway
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 shallows like sand at the sea

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

But I walk with my head held high and in the sun
Claiming these streets for
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 see to the left or the right

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