Luyện nghe bài hát Parallel Lines

There's no sound, no one
Half the sun's underground
All the dead still their heads
But old weeping won't resound
As we our western talks
Down year old blocks
looks ashamed
That he ever lost his
And that people now time excavating his rage
Kiss my mouth, leave me no
antiquated gestures now
There's no sound, no one
lurid moon in peeking out
And your they seem to rhyme
So perfectly mine
As we through ancient gates
And I'm whistling at stray
And you're on my arm
waiting for the train
Out by parallel lines I try to sense
Of that strange pulsing there in my
But you don't to guess
You're not confused to be
just smiling so thankful to exist