rain is falling down - whenever fools cry whenever fools cry. Lifetime's another moment with you tender and wild then a tear of a fool shatters the crystal - why do fools cry
Bản dịch: Fancy. Fools Cry.
cry Lifeless, lemme add some color to that shine I like this, bittin', fuckin', all of this for nothing Shoulda gotten an old shit or somethin' Some old fools
I never meant to make you cry See you hurt in this way (The love grabbed a passion fatique) Threw me a line to pull me in Took it upon a flight of fancy
drowning in the sea of love,and enough is never enough, when I find myself, deep in your eyes, over and over again, Flames of Love What kind of fool, what kind of fool
the same We were fools every one of us, rolling in the night Dancing to that famous refrain, thanks to dave Often in the grip of some fancy party fare
to me dear Mister Muse fellow of wit and gentry medieval ruse filling the shallow and empty, fools that duel duel in pools. to Rembrandt and Oswald
know all the girls I've seen you with I know you broke their hearts And ate them up bit by bit You made them cry, Many poor girls cry When they trying
a fool 'bout sey, black man a monkey Black man, black woman, a the first monarchy Babylon dry, them a beg Rasta dampy Weed and a cry words of I them
Well, staggered into yesterday Bourbon in my hand Feelin' fancy clancy, feelin' like a man I ain't afraid to cry 'cos you know I ain't no punk Drink,
yourself permission to cry And you will cry and cry and cry Sixteen, and your friends will move away nervously And you'll feel like a fool Seventeen
the shimmering Conquered your head, it's all or nothing Don't make a fool out of yourself There must be more to life to just please yourself Your fancy
your heart, it's all or nothing Don't make a fool out of yourself There must be more to life than just to please yourself Your fancy clothes, don't
I've seen you with I know you broke their hearts one after another now, bit by bit Song text taken from stlyrics.com You made 'em cry, many poor girls cry
fool bout sey black man a monkey Black man, black woman a the first monarchy Babylon dry, them a beg Rasta dampy Weed and a cry words of I them never
me Right voice (reed, yule) Dear mister muse fellow of wit and gentry medieval ruse filling the shallow and empty, fools that duel duel in pools. Left
Right Voice (Reed, Yule) dear Mister Muse fellow of wit and gentry medieval ruse filling the shallow and empty, fools that duel duel in pools. Left
