Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

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

And come 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 but, he loves me

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

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

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

I am the unchanging narrative, I resolve neatly
And I am the unchained melody, the of the need to survive
And I go on for comfort
I can no longer see to the left or the

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