Luyện nghe bài hát At The Parallel

He stands by the of the Rex all night
Celtas
His trouble more than one woman
His voice is and deep
There's dirt on the
And the newsboy
Nothing changes at the Parallel
Nothing ever changes at the
There 's a at the Molino
She wears a leather
The of Barcelona
Sticks to her as she walks
the door
And he thinks: "What the
she come here for?
Maybe she wants me, and
her way to say it?
Maybe she wants me, and
her way to say it?
Maybe she me, but who am I to tell?
He his fingernails
Scratches his
Lights another
Watching the of the street
their parody of love
And he feels like he stands by the gates of
Nothing changes at the Parallel
Nothing changes at the Parallel
That girl the Molino
Who wears the coat
Sits rockin' slowly on a chair
Gazing at the door
And he thinks: "What the
is she looking
she wants me, and that's
her way to say it?
Maybe she wants me, and
her way to say it?
she wants me, but who am I to tell?"