Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

Written by Kevin
Strings and arranged by Michael Bacon

"A book for the paranoid." KB

I'm in Paris, won't be long
But after all Paris, guess I'd better write a song
so wonderful, so magical, so romantic
Note to self to change that line, too pedantic

But Paris, I've come so far
I've it all the way from the bed
To my
You can call me and gloom
There ain't no way I'm stepping the hotel room

I'm a prisoner, I'm a
I'm of what's outside beyond that door
I'm a prisoner, I'm a
A of 424

a girl to Paris, she didn't like the food
She said the time change was her
The were rude
But if she was here now, she'd make this all go
She'd say baby let's pretend not in Paris for the day

I'm a prisoner, I'm a
I'm terrified of what's outside that door
I'm a prisoner, I'm a
A prisoner in 424

I should visit Saint-Germain des
Take a walk, down the Elysees
But this room is the only to hide
From the gargoyles, just outside

I'm in Paris, I see in the wall
I hear Arabians in the hall
See I'm in this room and this is who I am
And if you don't that I don't' give
A good God Dame

I'm a prisoner, I'm a
I'm of what's outside beyond that door
I'm a prisoner, I'm a
A big guy like me, imagine that
I'm a prisoner, I'm a
A prisoner of deux qua