Tác giả: Lana Del Rey
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Lana Del Rey & Stars
Uh, What? Star, star. Lana Del Rey, Lana Del Rey, sing it to me, sing it to me. You're so easy to love. You make me coo coo like a turtle dove. So hot that I cant get enough, enough of you. Hit me and it felt like a.
Tác giả: Foo Fighters
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Foo Fighters
I've got another confession to make. I'm your fool. Everyone's got their chains to break. Holdin' you. Were you born to resist or be abused. Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you. Is.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Sixpence None The Richer
1. It's every day. I'm in this place. I feel this way. I feel the same. It's every day. I'm in this place. I feel this way. I feel the same. Is it all inside my head. Is it all inside my head. I'll view the list. And take.
Tác giả: Chưa Biết
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Nct Dream
You owe me sleep. Bamsae yaegihamyeo. Oneurui dalgwa byeol neoege bonae. Seoul to LA, hm. Iyu byeolgeo eopji. Nun gamabomyeon naege jeil. Seonmyeonghage tteooreune. Babo gateun geol alji. Neoneun jeo meollie.
Tác giả: Pat Monahan; Butch Walker & Michael Freesh & Trent Mazur
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Chưa Biết
Am I made of paper. Cause I tear so easily. Am I made of vapor. Because I disappear. Do I have to have a reason. For anything I feel. Just be glad I'm real. Glad I'm real. Am I real. Are you made of lead paint. A.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Wild Belle
Shot your cannonball, lover. Yeah, you got me in the heart. We'll go riding up and down the elevators. Baby kiss me all over until the only thing I see is stars. Say my name. When you rock me on.
Tác giả: Phil Thornalley & Jonathan Green & Mads Hauge
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Pixie Lott
I'll fight for love. I'll prove to you. I got the moves. Like no one else. Boy, she's a fool. She's telling lies. And talking jive. She can go to hell. Come on ring that bell. If she's Apollo Creed. I'll be Rocky.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Bee Gees
1. She'll read your mind. She's smart as a whip. She'll suck you dry. But look at how much I drip. At the point of ecstacy. I write a symphony. Of poetry in motion. And leavin' me there to die. I tell myself. Let no one.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Rihanna & Wale
Dear sweetheart, wassup boo. Whatchu up to, more club moves. I call her, no answer; her phone in the bag, she dancin'. It's four now, the clubs over; I call her, but oh hold up. Y'all know what, ignore.