So I sing you to sleep. After the lovin'. With a song I just wrote yesterday. And I hope you can hear. What the words and the music have to say. It's so hard to explain. Everything that I'm feel
So I sing you to sleep. After the lovin'. With a song I just wrote yesterday. And I hope you can hear. What the words and the music have to say. It's so hard to explain. Everything that I'm feel
(Oh yeah, ooh). Mr. Big Stuff. Who do you think you are. Mr. Big Stuff. You're never gonna get my love Now because you wear all those fancy clothes (oh yeah). And have a big fine car, oh yes yo
Givin' up is hard to do. When you really love someone. Givin' up is hard to do. When you still depend upon. . His warm and tender touch. His kiss and his caress. That used to mean so much. And
Baby don't you run so fast. (She was always giving us a warning). Might be snakes there in that grass. (She was looking out). Grandmas Hands. (I remember them well. ). Grandma's hands. Clapped
Vì tâm trí mình chẳng thể nhớ. Sao tâm can mình chẳng thế nhớ. Ta không sao chạy thoát màn đêm. Ta không sao chạy thoát màn đêm. Trôi đi ! Trôi đi ! On the flow. Trôi đi ! Trôi đi ! On the flow. Yếu ớ