Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

Written by Bacon
Strings written and arranged by Bacon

"A guide 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 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 hotel

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

a girl to Paris, she didn't like the food
She said the change was killing her
The waiters rude
But if she was here now, she'd make this all go
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 outside beyond door
I'm a prisoner, I'm a
A in room 424

I visit Saint-Germain des Pres
a walk, down the Champs Elysees
But this is the only place to hide
From the gargoyles, just outside

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

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