Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

Written by Kevin
Strings written and by Michael Bacon

"A book for the paranoid." KB

I'm in Paris, be here long
But after all it's Paris, guess I'd better a song
so wonderful, so magical, so romantic
Note to self to change that line, too pedantic

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

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

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

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

I should visit des Pres
Take a walk, the Champs Elysees
But this room is the only place to
From the gargoyles, just outside

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

I'm a prisoner, I'm a
I'm terrified of what's outside beyond that
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