Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

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