Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

Written by Kevin
Strings written and by Michael Bacon

"A guide for the paranoid." KB

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

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

Brought a girl to Paris, she like the food
She said the 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 what's beyond that door
I'm a prisoner, I'm a
A in room 424

I should Saint-Germain des Pres
Take a walk, down the Elysees
But this is the only place to hide
the gargoyles, waiting just outside

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

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 strong guy like me, imagine
I'm a prisoner, I'm a
A prisoner of quatre qua