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 mind, shared everything, everything, in Paris

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

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

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

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

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

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