These premonitions Shine like stars that Fall to earth too fast I see the empty glass Where do we belong? Tell me Major Tom Because nothing is making
Bản dịch: Tea Party. Empty Glass.
These premonitions shine like stars that Fall to earth too fast I see the empty glass Where do we belong Tell me major tom Because nothing's making
up For all the corners cut we got an avalanche of sawdust Life of the party, we're death of the novel The glass is half-empty so pass the next bottle
go to Spain and dip the bull We kicked it for a while Vows was aroused So Sheep, can see How some thing's tempt me Her glass is empty Give me more ice tea
