Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

L'Allemand to visit me in Paris, in Paris
I remember the men, I remember the in Paris
His nearby, I was his afternoons
We mind, we shared everything, everything, in Paris
And he'd come in looking for
Leave again to the left and the right...
Did we see too much, say too
Stepping over every dark thing, would it all be true
But, he me
Framing his face with my in the doorway,
I try to decipher the friend from the foe in his
A man's skin be blown back with time and confusion
'Til it gathers by his ears, in the same shallows
sand at the sea...
Did he hear too much, say too
any year recover what we lost in these
the hum of the war in the run of the day
I walk with my head held and naked in the sun
Claiming streets for myself
I walk with my head held high and in the sun
Claiming these streets for myself,
I am the unchanging narrative, I don't resolve
And I am the unchained melody, the current of the need to
And I go on looking for
I can no see to the left or the right...
But I walk with my head held high and in the sun
Claiming streets for myself
I walk with my head high and naked in the sun
Claiming these for myself
I walk with my held high and naked in the sun
Claiming streets for myself
I walk with my head held and naked in the sun
Claiming these for myself