Tác giả: Steve Miller Band
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Steve Miller Band
I heat up, I can't cool down. You got me spinnin'. 'Round and 'round. 'Round and 'round and 'round it goes. Where it stops nobody knows. Every time you call my name. I heat up like a burnin' flame. Burnin' flame full of.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Westlife
How lucky can one guy be? I kissed her and she kissed me. Like the fella once said, "ain't that a kick in the head?". The room was completely black, i hugged her and she hugged back. Like the sailor said, quote, "ain't.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Amy Winehouse
Attracts me, till it hurts to concentrate, distract me, stop me doing work I hate. Just to show him how it feels;. I walk past his desk in heels. One leg resting on the chair. From the side he pulls my.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Cults
Bad things happen to the people you love. And you'll find yourself praying up to heaven above. But honestly I never had much sympathy. Cause those bad things, I always saw them coming for me. I'm gonna run run away, run,
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Girls Aloud
Standing over the basin. Ive been washing my face in. Jet black mascara racing. Down my cheeks till I taste it. Staring at my reflection. Every slight imperfection. Staring back at me. Naked as a girl can be. And who would.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Petra
You want the best of both worlds. You're not getting either. You seem content to ride the fence. When you know which side is greener Some run hot, some run cold. Some run from their maker. Some run the risk of losing.
Tác giả: Brian McFadden & David Musumeci & Anthony Egizii
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Brian McFadden
Chess game, I'm the pawn. You're the queen, I'm the throne. Take me out tonight. Make your move, pick and choose. Anywhere I'm gonna lose. Give it to me black or white. Feel it coming on. Like a pulse in my.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Cher
1. The fortune queen of New Orleans. Was brushing her cat in her black limousine. On the back seat were scratches. From the marks of men her fortune she had won. Couldn't see through the tinted glass. She said, "Home.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Running Wild
Riding into the sunset. The highway is winding its way. The motor is droning. While the night is killing the day. Swallowed by the twilight. The plains are hiding left and right. The air's turning colder. Freezing, I am.
Tác giả: Chưa Biết
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Chưa Biết
In the morning. You go gunning for the man who stole your water. And you fire 'til he is done in but they catch you at the border. And the mourners are all singing as they drag you by your feet. But the hangman isn't.