Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

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

dear anne came to me and me by the arm
me old disasters embedded in the palm
warned me of a with the sun behind her head.
with a a granite neck, a singer who can never
again. but you, my

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

what was it i ran from, what burnt away
four schoolboys and a lawyer at my side
always running with legs going nowhere
a ghost in the system, and on the stairs...
but oh! time....