Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

L'Allemand used to me in Paris, in Paris
I remember the men, I remember the in Paris
His station nearby, I was his
We didn't mind, we everything, everything, in Paris
And he'd come in looking for
Leave again looking to the and the right...
Did we see too much, say too
Stepping over every thing, would it all be true tommorrow
But, he me
Framing his face my hands in the doorway,
I try to decipher the from the foe in his eyes
A man's skin will be back with time and confusion
it gathers by his ears, in the same human shallows
Like at the sea...
Did he too much, say too little
Could any recover what we lost in these
the hum of the war in the run of the day
I walk with my head high and naked in the sun
Claiming streets for myself
I walk with my head held high and in the sun
these streets for myself, again
I am the unchanging narrative, I don't resolve
And I am the unchained melody, the current of the 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
Claiming these for myself
I walk my head held high and naked in the sun
Claiming these for myself
I walk with my head high and naked in the sun
Claiming these for myself
I walk my head held high and naked in the sun
Claiming streets for myself