Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

L'Allemand used to visit me in Paris, in
I the men, I remember the houses in Paris
His station nearby, I was his
We didn't mind, we everything, everything, in Paris
And come in looking for comfort
Leave again looking to the and the right...
Did we see too much, say too
Stepping over dark thing, would it all be true tommorrow
But, he me
Framing his with my hands 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 human shallows
Like at the sea...
Did he hear too much, say too
Could any year recover what we in these
the hum of the war in the run of the day
I with my head held high and naked in the sun
Claiming these streets for
I walk with my head held high and in the sun
these streets for myself, again
I am the narrative, I don't resolve neatly
And I am the melody, the current of the need to survive
And I go on looking for
I can no longer see to the or the right...
But I walk with my head held and naked in the sun
these streets for myself
I walk with my head high and naked in the sun
Claiming these streets for
I walk with my head held high and in the sun
Claiming streets for myself
I walk with my head held high and in the sun
Claiming streets for myself