Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Squeeze
She left her school for the factory. From pocket money to a salary. From a pac-a-mac to a compact case. And every morning she inspects her face She discovers pulling pints in pubs. That the good looks will never cover up.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Squeeze
The cigarette of a single man. Burns in the ashtray by his bed. He pulls the ring of another can. And holds it up beside his head. The book he reads is on the floor. Hes read it several times before. What you got to go home.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Squeeze
I hit the bottle, I hit the high. Blue is my color, dark is my nights. Now she has left me, I'm doing time. In this prison of a heart where I've fallen apart. And cried on the table She threw her ring, slamming her.