band are playin' pretty good. Now, I feel just like I wanna kiss you underneath my mistletoe But now listen. Santa came down chimney, half past three. With lots of nice little presents for my baby and
solitude. Say you need me with you, here beside you,. Anywhere you go, let me go too,. Christine, that's all I ask of you. Christine. Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime;. Say the word and
this spot. We pulled into the parking lot. Of this place called, 'The Cloud Nine Bar and Grill' We walked through the door and the place was jammed. The lights were low, they had a punk rock band
the colors of a royal flush. And he's peeling off those dollar bills. Slapping them down. One hundred, two hundred. And I can see those fighter planes.
the colors of a royal flush. And he's peeling off those dollar bills. Slapping them down. One hundred, two hundred. And I can see those fighter planes.
Bài hát The Apology Song - La Santa Cecilia. Toro, I am humble. For tonight I understand. Your royal blood was never meant to decorate this sand. You suffered great injustice. so have thousands
Chorus. Legends never die. When the world is callin' you. Can you hear them screaming out your name?. Legends never die. They become a part of you. Every time you bleed for reaching greatness
The day begins riding a rainbow. Bow in her hand to drive away. The night again nothing has changed And all around people are waking. King of them all has gone to rest. He passed the test leaving
bandof gypsies we go down the highway. We're the best of friends. Insisting that the world keep turning our way. And our way, is on the road again. . Just can't wait to get on the road again. The
you. The burden of freedom in a broken world. The hand that feeds you You're obsessed with pleasure, obsessed with fame. Outer beauty and royal names. You trust in image and a promised land. You're
wonder, I wonder Well ain't it just like a woman. And ain't it just like a man. Chasin' a rainbow, looking for love. When it's right in the palm of your hand. When it's right in the palm of your hand
The sun ran out on a cold October. Somewhere under the canyon moon. Camera jammed in a slow exposure. California in her rear view She couldn't handle another season. Another ocean of fiction blue