Luyện nghe bài hát Parisian Dream

You're scratch lines of blue and gold
You me up
Was folding myself a deck of cards
Face down empty on the

Your song with on one and two
I couldn't keep time
You took me into a dream, an exploding
The mine but that treasure's mine

I was bent over my chest an invisible sinking
But the light of the lamp
I held in my blistered hands
You the fuel and me the fool for not

This junk we're all strapping strong
And lines
Let's fold together clearly
You better out to the rocks