Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

L'Allemand to visit me in Paris, in Paris
I the men, I remember the houses in Paris
His station nearby, I was his
We mind, we shared everything, everything, in Paris
And he'd come in for comfort
Leave looking to the left and the right...
Did we see too much, say too
Stepping over every dark thing, would it all be tommorrow
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 will be blown back with time and confusion
'Til it by his ears, in the same human shallows
sand at the sea...
Did he too much, say too little
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 high and in the sun
Claiming streets for myself
I walk with my head high and naked in the sun
Claiming these streets for myself,
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 longer see to the or the right...
But I walk my head held high and naked in the sun
Claiming these streets for
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
Claiming these streets for
I walk with my head held and naked in the sun
Claiming streets for myself