Bản dịch: Marsters, James. This Town.
Bản dịch: Marsters, James. Rest In Peace.
We met, we smiled I put my arm around you The camera flashed and it was over My face was flushed You turned and walked away But in my pocket was your
There are walls just to get to you You can hit me if you don't mind black and blue You set me up Not gonna fall Run away Went to sleep a long time
It started a long time it started a long time it started a long time ago it started with a whip and a man went down a boot on his head as he laid on
Drivin' all night on the highway swervin' all over the freeway chasin' black dogs after midnight I'm just holdin' on for twilight don't you worry son
I'm through with pastry, No more sticky bun or cherry tarts I want a good girl, One who rocks but has a decent heart Well I've been waiting Now I'm
Oh you are so sleepy you must lay about all day oh and I have to go out in the rain and play with my new friend now I'm in my trailer and the sun has
Her hair fell like a waterfall she was young lean and long I thought she was betrayin' me now I find I was wrong freight train take me outta here I
Every day I take you dancing in the garden you could be my woman that would be fine if you'd be my baby I would drive you crazy every night and day all
Meet me in London city beneath the slate grey sky I've done it all without you but that's no life that's not the life bring your grace to London city
Hope I meet you on a good day When I'm feeling all myself Don't be startled if I runaway Especially if you smile and really ring my bell Hope you take
Get the sweet spot in the line when the first gun pops up I leave them behind and at the first turn I always carve my line 'times I turn my head yeah
Who'll tell you just where to get off and when to do it and just how to get there that's Lou who'll take you from Leeds to Bristol through the cops
I remember what you told me Last I said I wanted you A crooked smile played Across your lips and you said Damn all you men are just the same It's
It's over now I think I get it It's been years Since I saw your face But now I don't want to hear from you I don't want to hear about anyone Or anything
Every mornin' Under the big yellow sun A boy named Pedro He's the lucky one Can't read or write Never been to school Pedro picks coffee in Brazil He
I know you are going too fast for me to ever sneak up on you you don't want one pair of arms to hold you night after night after me you look at me
