know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers
know you think you're the Queen of the Underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers
Bản dịch: Rolling Stones. Dead Flowers.
I know you think you're the Queen of the Underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers
think you're the Queen of the Underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to my
I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers
you think you're the Queen of the Underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to
I'm goin out of control Look in my face as my eyeballs roll Back in my head and the mic glows red Step in my face and you'll wind up dead Yo, thanks,
castle wall (bring out your dead) the dead are now buried and the plague is at its end life for the people flowers again they breathe fresh air like
Stones It was nineteen sixty four, I was living in London With the girl from the summer before It was the year of the Beatles It was the year of the Stones
dumb, boys steady swervin pickin em up at Sterling, gots to send shots Sandpiper to that Mervyns, and that Cobble Stone I can go on, I can just flow grippin
fit up in this motha fucka Cause Rozay been talkin white he think he Uncle Ruckus I laugh at Jimmy, they was spending silly with my budget And now I'm rolling
