Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

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

anne came to me and took me by the arm
showed me old disasters embedded in the
warned me of a with the sun behind her head.
with a a 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
sorrow from palm.. its down to you if you dare
to to joy.

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