Near Barcelona, the peasant crooned. The old traditional Spanish tunes. The Neapolitan street song sighs. You think of Italian skies. . Each nation has a creative vein. Originating a native
Bài hát Iris - Mike Posner. Verse 1. If I could be just one thing. I would be what you're craving. 6 foot 3 with steel blue eyes. Sweep you off of your feet before you count to 5. But the truth is I
carry you with me, just please hold on Disappear and dissolve, a weakening wall will one day fall. It's wise to sever our loss, I redefine pulse through your iris Love's not all lost but it's nailed to
for love The Felix of your truth will always break it. And the iris of your eye, always shake it. And the armies yea, the armies I have created. Will always hate it, always bait you on, oh I liked
Near Barcelona, the peasant crooned. The old traditional Spanish tunes. The Neapolitan street song sighs. You think of Italian skies. . Each nation has a creative vein. Originating a native
Song The Folk Singer - Johnny Cash. As I walk these narrow streets where a million passin' feet are before me. With my guitar in my hand suddenly I realize nobody knows me. Well yesterday the motor
for love. The Felix of your truth will always break it (Break it). And the iris of your eye, always shake it (Shake it). And the armies, the armies I have created will always hate it, always bait you
Bài hát Iris (Hold Me Close) - U2. The star. That gives us light. Has been gone a while. But it’s not an illusion. The ache. In my heart. Is so much a part of who I am. Something in your eyes. Took a
Like a folk singer's song I'm moving on. And I'm not the kind of man that acts very strong. When the girls are looking on. When the girls are looking on. If you tied my hands and put chains on my
Bài hát Sông Quê - Khánh Bình. Hò . ơ . sông quê nước chảy đôi bờ . Để anh chín dại mười khờ thương em. . ------------------ -------------------- . Có một dòng sông chảy tràn trong trí nhớ . Làng
Aged upon the way as he held his head strait. Making plans on the favoured and their folk. Tome to rest as he stood upon his nest. Taking chance upon a chest that beating jive. I keep my sould my