Tác giả: Chưa Biết
I was five and he was six, we rode on horses made of sticks. He wore black and I wore white, he would always win the fight. Bang bang, he shot me down. Bang bang, i hit the ground. Bang bang, that awful sound.
Ca sĩ: Nancy Sinatra
You keep saying, you got something for me. Something you call love but confess. You've been messin' where you shouldn't have been messin'. And now someone else is getting all your best These boots are made for walking. And.