. . The dreamer and the wine. Poet without a rhyme. A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell. . One last perfect verse. Is still the same old song
. . The dreamer and the wine. Poet without a rhyme. A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell. . One last perfect verse. Is still the same old song
your city down, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord. 0033. 700. 0037. 730There will come a poet. 0039. 660Whose weapon is His word. 0041. 550He will slay you with His tongue, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord. 0045. 690Oh lei, oh
Too much love for the hood rats. I said I got too much love for the mandem. I said I got too much love for the hood rats. I said I got too much love for the mandem I like cars a lot. Got the same
I once knew a poet. Who lived before his time. He and his dog spooner. Would listen while he'd rhyme. Words to make ya happy. Words to make you cry. Then one day thepoet suddenly did die
think I'm crazy. Well, that's nothing. Well, that's nothing. Verse 2 - Eminem. Now, I ain't much of a poet but I know somebody once told me. To seize the moment and don't squander it. 'Cause you never
. Take the road less traveled by. Leave the city of fools. Turn every poet loose. . Howl. 7 days to the wolves. Where will we be when they come. 7 days to the poison. And a place in heaven. Time
. Take the road less traveled by. Leave the city of fools. Turn every poet loose. . Howl. 7 days to the wolves. Where will we be when they come. 7 days to the poison. And a place in heaven. Time
đã không vì nhau để giờ (I love you). Nắng mang em đi rồi em để lại đớn đau muôn phần. Đã lỡ buông nhau rã rời thôi thì ta phải đành cách xa. Nhớ nhau bao nhiêu phần cũng đâu thể tìm thấy nhau. Cách xa
The poet's voice lingers on. His words hang in the air. The ground you walk upon. Might as well not be there. Might as well not be there. I'll take you through my dreams. Out into the darkest
asking you. How high when you tell me to jump. And I'll say how fast when you tell me to run. And I'll say how long when you tell me to wait for you. And that's what I'm gonna do. And as the room is
All the same take me away. We're dead to the world. The child gave thought to the poet's words. Gave comfort to the Fallen. (Heartfelt, lovelorn). Remaining, yet still uninvited. Those words scented
All the same take me away. We're dead to the world. . The child gave thought to the poet's words. Gave comfort to the Fallen. (Heartfelt, lovelorn). . Remaining, yet still uninvited. Those