Luyện nghe bài hát Parisian Dream

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

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

I was bent over my chest an invisible line
But then the light of the
That I held in my blistered
You the fuel and me the for not noticing

This Chinese junk we're all strapping
And casting
Let's fold here together
You better slip out to the