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 here
But after all it's Paris, guess I'd better write a
so wonderful, so magical, so romantic
Note to self to that line, it's too pedantic

But Paris, I've come so far
I've made it all the way the bed
To my
You can me doom and gloom
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

Brought a girl to Paris, she didn't like the
She the time change was killing her
The waiters rude
But if she was here now, she'd make all go away
say baby let's pretend we're not in Paris 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 Saint-Germain des Pres
Take a walk, the Champs Elysees
But this room is the only place to
the gargoyles, waiting just outside

I'm in Paris, I see angels in the
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 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