Bài hát The Summer - Natalie Imbruglia. If I could bottle up the sea breeze I would take it over to your house. And pour it loose through your garden. So the hinges on your windows would rust and
Summer is lost now, the frost, it's closin' in. To the cold gospel dollar, a poor man walks in sin. I can't get no entrance, the doors all in rows. I pray into the distance, let me out' these
Davey moire (vocals). Frank zappa (guitar, vocals). Eddie jobson (keyboards, yodeling). Max bennet (bass). Paul humphrey (drums). Don brewer (bongos) Lemme take you to the beach. La-la-la-la-la
Crying crying crying teardrops drop Crying crying crying teardrops drop Crying crying crying teardrops drop Crying crying crying teardrops drop. Boy on the beach is crying Boy on the beach cries a
I'm staying out for the summer. Playing games in the rain. The hills and the fortune. Got me fooled again. . You see I work in a factory (I need the money). I don't want to be late (Though I
Bài hát Summer Snow - Sissel. It's summer snow in the deep blue sea. I try to touch, but it fades away. It must be a dream i will never get. Just like my love that's crying for you. If there were
The summer smiles. The summer knows. And unashamed. She sheds her clothes. The summer smoothes. The restless sky. And lovingly. She warms the sand. On which you lie. The summer knows. The
The summer smiles. The summer knows. And unashamed. She sheds her clothes. The summer smoothes. The restless sky. And lovingly. She warms the sand. On which you lie. The summer knows. The
The summer smiles. The summer knows. And unashamed. She sheds her clothes. The summer smoothes. The restless sky. And lovingly. She warms the sand. On which you lie. The summer knows. The
the wheel. 0037. 60I don't wanna do this anymore. 0042. 220It's so surreal, I can't survive. 0048. 890If this is all that's real. 0051. 30All I wanna do is get high by the beach. 0054. 50Get high by the
singing, girl is washed up. On Redondo beach and everyone is so sad. I was looking for you, are you gone, gone? Pretty little girl, everyone cried. She was the victim, of sweet suicide. I went looking
Song Summer, Winter, Spring And Fall - Glen Campbell. Summer winter spring and fall these are the lonely times. For the times I miss you most of all are summer winter spring and fall. Your love for