townshend said for me Rock and roll made me free From the heart From the heart From the heart Rock and roll made me free From the heart From the heart From the heart
Bản dịch: Idol, Billy. From The Heart.
And there's mud in your eye For lady do or die It makes a woman bleed Can't give her all her needs Close the door before you leave Can almost hear her
[Billy Idol, Steve Stevens] [from Billy Idol "Rebel Yell" (1983)] Last night a little dancer Came dancing to my door Last night a little angel Came pumping
life I hear cries tonight I hear cries tonight I hear cries tonight I hear, I hear I hear cries tonight I hear cries tonight I hear cries tonight I hear, I hear
down and relax If you have any thoughts Just let them drift through your mind Like beautiful clouds Across a clear blue sky Just through your mind and away from
am the entertainer and I know just where I stand Another serenader and another longhaired band Today I am your champion, I may have won your hearts
I wanna do is get on down with you All I ask for and all I pray Meet you down on the streets one day Have you taste life from on your knees Hear me
get shook when I rhyme, you best ta fuckin' run Get out the way 'cause my recitals suicidal I'm the rebel when I yell, y'all know, ask Billy Idol Son
God's footballer hears the voices of angels above the choir at Molyneaux God's footballer stands on the doorstep and brings the good news of the kingdom
knuckle-dragger dungeon breed Run, breathe, sit, bellow Wild Aes scream through your style to hear the echo Aight then, flinch for the great granddaddy payback When Little Billy
. You fall in love Then break your heart. You fall in love again Its never ending. I used to have this friend Who took his fiance To see billy idol
, here comes Santa Claus, Right down Santa Claus Lane. He's got a bag that's filled with toys For boys and girls again. Hear those sleigh bells jingle
s on his way Have a happy holiday Christmas time is here Cities cold give good cheer In each heart of fire of warmth A happy holiday In each heart of
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know. Where those tree-tops glisten, And children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow
go! A hundred punks run the leather army I know whose by my side not at home with tv Even when I'm down I hear them sing for me Check out any wall -
the epiphone that hung on my hip It knew the sound of my heartbeat But turning the corner in a twisted heap They pulled some bodies From an upturned
at the controls death at the controls Living in this desert, living in slime the air you breath is poisonous fire the sounds you hear destroy the tune the sounds you hear
