Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

Written by Bacon
Strings written and arranged by Michael

"A book for the paranoid." KB

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

But it's Paris, I've so far
I've made it all the way the bed
To my
You can call me doom and
There ain't no way I'm stepping outside the hotel

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

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

I'm a prisoner, I'm a
I'm terrified of outside beyond that door
I'm a prisoner, I'm a
A in room 424

I should visit Saint-Germain des
a walk, down the Champs Elysees
But this room is the place to hide
the gargoyles, waiting just outside

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

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