Song | The Last Time I Saw Paris |
Artist | The Four Freshmen |
Album | Jazz On Cinema Vol. II |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:08.26] | The last time I saw Paris |
[00:13.25] | Her heart was warm and gray |
[00:17.77] | I heard the laughter of her heart in every street cafe |
[00:26.78] | The last time I saw Paris |
[00:31.40] | Her trees were dressed for spring |
[00:35.77] | And lovers walked beneath those trees |
[00:40.59] | And birds found songs to sing |
[00:44.71] | I dodged the same old taxicabs that I had dodged for years |
[00:53.34] | The chorus of the squeaky horns was music to my ears |
[01:02.69] | The last time I saw Paris |
[01:06.58] | Her heart was warm and gay |
[01:10.84] | No matter how they changed her |
[01:15.45] | I'll remember her that way |
[01:39.03] | The chorus of the squeaky horns was music to my ears |
[02:00.44] | The last time I saw Paris |
[02:04.15] | Her heart was warm and gay |
[02:08.73] | No matter how they change her |
[02:15.20] | I'll remember her that way,Paris |
[00:08.26] | The last time I saw Paris |
[00:13.25] | Her heart was warm and gray |
[00:17.77] | I heard the laughter of her heart in every street cafe |
[00:26.78] | The last time I saw Paris |
[00:31.40] | Her trees were dressed for spring |
[00:35.77] | And lovers walked beneath those trees |
[00:40.59] | And birds found songs to sing |
[00:44.71] | I dodged the same old taxicabs that I had dodged for years |
[00:53.34] | The chorus of the squeaky horns was music to my ears |
[01:02.69] | The last time I saw Paris |
[01:06.58] | Her heart was warm and gay |
[01:10.84] | No matter how they changed her |
[01:15.45] | I' ll remember her that way |
[01:39.03] | The chorus of the squeaky horns was music to my ears |
[02:00.44] | The last time I saw Paris |
[02:04.15] | Her heart was warm and gay |
[02:08.73] | No matter how they change her |
[02:15.20] | I' ll remember her that way, Paris |
[00:08.26] | The last time I saw Paris |
[00:13.25] | Her heart was warm and gray |
[00:17.77] | I heard the laughter of her heart in every street cafe |
[00:26.78] | The last time I saw Paris |
[00:31.40] | Her trees were dressed for spring |
[00:35.77] | And lovers walked beneath those trees |
[00:40.59] | And birds found songs to sing |
[00:44.71] | I dodged the same old taxicabs that I had dodged for years |
[00:53.34] | The chorus of the squeaky horns was music to my ears |
[01:02.69] | The last time I saw Paris |
[01:06.58] | Her heart was warm and gay |
[01:10.84] | No matter how they changed her |
[01:15.45] | I' ll remember her that way |
[01:39.03] | The chorus of the squeaky horns was music to my ears |
[02:00.44] | The last time I saw Paris |
[02:04.15] | Her heart was warm and gay |
[02:08.73] | No matter how they change her |
[02:15.20] | I' ll remember her that way, Paris |