Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

It was seven in the when the spark
began to give. the was spilling over, my
self pity spilling with it, so i, i fled the
to it all again and found myself in paris in
the rain.

dear came to me and took me by the arm
showed me old disasters in the palm
me of a lady with the sun behind her head.
with a a neck, a singer who can never sing
again. but you, my

you must come, to joy, turn your head to the sun
its down to you, you can shine, you can all the
sorrow from palm.. its down to you if you dare
to to joy.

what was it i ran from, burnt away inside?
hundred schoolboys and a lawyer at my side
always with these legs going nowhere
a in the system, and angel on the stairs...
but oh! time....