Tác giả: Ananta Vinnie
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Rich Chigga
12 in the morning. Pop shells for a living. And berry gon' smell blood trail every minute. Rogue wave on you niggas no fail when I hit 'em. Everytime I see a pig, I don't hesitate to kill 'em. Ain't nobody give a.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Of Monsters And Men
Jumping up and down the floor, my head is an animal. And once there was an animal;. It had a son that mowed the lawn. The son was an okay guy. They had a pet dragonfly. The dragonfly it ran away, but it came back with.
Tác giả: Michael Jackson
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Michael Jackson
What about sunrise. What about rain. What about all the things. That you said we were to gain... What about killing fields. Is there a time. What about all the things. That you said was yours and mine... Did you ever stop.
Tác giả: Alanis Morissette
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Alanis Morissette
How to stay paralyzed by fear of abandonment. How to defer to men in solveable predicaments. How to control someone to be a carbon copy of you. How to have that not work and have them run away from you. How to keep people.
Tác giả: Chưa Biết
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Mỹ Tâm
Heard a million stories about love. Some were good some were bad. I found out if you hold on too tight. You might lose everything you have. Didn't think my heart could easily break. When you fall in love that's a chance you.
Tác giả: Chưa Biết
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Conan Gray
This town will never change. People come and go, it's all the same. Speed the roads on our doubting days. To any place that's far away. I never learned anybody's name. We all vowed that we wouldn't stay. Kissing signs on.
Tác giả: Billy Joe
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Billy Joel
IT'S NINE O'CLOCK. ON A SATURDAY. THE REGULAR CROWD. SHUFFLES IN. THERE'S AN OLD MAN. SITTIN' NEXT TO ME. MAKIN' LOVE. TO HIS TONIC AND GIN. HE SAID. SON CAN YOU PLAY ME. A MEMORY. I'M NOT REALLY SURE. HOW IT.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Chưa Biết
A brutal killing spree laid down in history. Then myth, then legend soon forgot. And, where the blood was spilt, another city built. Man’s hubris trumps it’s thought. Merchants, kings, wastrels, and thieves. Sit counting.
Tác giả: Chưa Biết
How can I forget the look in your eyes. Baby tell me how, why the light that sparkle in your eyes, this in not for me, when I look you with your lover. All this just killing me inside. Why ... why ... why not me?