Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

It was seven in the morning when the
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.

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, to joy, turn your head to the sun
its to you, you can shine, you can shake all the
from your 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 running these legs going nowhere
a ghost in the system, and on the stairs...
but oh! time....