Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

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

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

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

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