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, everything, everything, in Paris

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

Framing his face with my hands in the
I try to the friend from the foe in his eyes
A skin will be blown back with time and confusion
'Til it gathers by his
In the same human shallows 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 with my head 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, again

I am the unchanging narrative, I resolve neatly
And I am the unchained melody, the current of the 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 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 with my head held and naked in the sun
these streets for myself
I walk with my head held and naked in the sun
Claiming these for myself, again