Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Eric Church
She's caviar and mascara. I'm corduroy and leather. It'd take one hell of an imagination. To ever paint us together. Places I like to haunt at. She wouldn't be caught dead. Don't make sense to the.
Tác giả: Chưa Biết
I'm gonna be a wheel someday. I'm gonna be somebody. I'm gonna be a real gone cat then I won't want you. Everything's going to come my way and I won't need nobody. I'm gonna be a real gone cat then I won't want you.
Tác giả: Carrie Underwood
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Carrie Underwood
1. She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati. On a snow white Christmas Eve. Going home to see her Mama and her Daddy with the baby in the backseat. Fifty miles to go and she was running low on faith and.
Tác giả: Rob Thomas
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Matchbox Twenty
I, I could be anything. But for the fault that I've acquired on my way. We, We were the end of it. But now we see the sun shining in our face. We see the sun shining in our face. So come on, come on we can be saved. The.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Engelbert Humperdinck & Gene Simmons
What goes up must come down. Spinnin' wheel, got to go round. Talkin' 'bout your troubles, it's a cryin' sin. Ride a painted pony, let the spinnin' wheel spin. You got no money, you got no home. Spinnin' wheel, all.
Tác giả: Chưa Biết
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Dusty Springfield
ROUND. LIKE A CIRCLE IN A SPIRAL. LIKE A WHEEL WITHIN A WHEEL. NEVER ENDING OR BEGINNING. ON AN EVER- SPINNING REEL. LIKE A SNOWBALL DOWN A MOUNTAIN. OR A CARNIVAL BALLOON. LIKE A CAROUSEL THATS TURNING. RUNNING.
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.
Tác giả: Chưa Biết
SOMETIMES. I FEEL THE FEAR OF. UNCERTAINTY. STINGING CLEAR. AND I. I CAN'T HELP. BUT ASK MYSELF. HOW MUCH. I'LL LET THE FEAR. TAKE THE WHEEL. AND STEER. IT'S DRIVEN ME BEFORE. AND IT SEEMS TO HAVE. A VAGUE.
Tác giả: Chưa Biết
Right now, he's probably slow dancing. With a bleached-blond tramp. And she's probably getting frisky. Right now, he's probably buying. Her some fruity little drink. 'Cause she can't shoot whiskey. Right now, he's.