Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: The High Kings
Cold night. Warm hearts. Hands held together hiding from the dark. Real world. Busy Street. Can you taste the rythem rise from everyone you meet. Count it in and hear the beat. Move to till become complete. Save a dance.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: The High Kings
One morning a young man. Was walking his way. When he saw a fair maid. Come along the highway. He said to this fair maid, "If you do not mind, i will walk with you. On this fine morning". The young maid she told a.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: The High Kings
Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk. Of a day -I-ay-I-ay. I met a little girl and we stopped to talk. Of a fine soft day -I-ay-I-ay. And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do. 'Cause her hair was black and her.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: The High Kings
Two-tone leopard with your soul of fire. You’re a wanton giver of a shiver delivered. To a skin-covered spine in a moment’s tingle. You face a haunty taunt. Sing-song laughing and a life-lined stranger. And a rippin’ and a.