Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

L'Allemand used to visit me in Paris, in
I remember the men, I remember the in Paris
His station nearby, I was his
We didn't mind, shared everything, everything, in

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

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

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

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

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