There's a room in a house, in a street in a manor in a borough That's part of a city that is generally referred to as London It's a dark place, a mysterious
" Listen to my heartbeat Yeah, listen to my heartbeat And the marching band plays along Plays the morphine song on charity ward Yeah, the marching band plays its song
like to hear that some French Ils ont change ma chanson, ma (ooh, not bad) Ils ont change ma chanson (uh-huh. let me see here, franglish, gibberish) [incomprehensible] Ils ont change ma chanson
is born But he ain't no good, no how Hey, hey, hey, hey, unless he has song When you get up in the morning you must have a song Without a song
' my song for you, yes We were alone and I was singin' this song for you, baby We were alone and I was singin' my song, Singin' my song, singin' my song, singin' my song
the one I love, "I do not want the smile of you, The glance of you, the heart of you, But I want every part of you." I won't sing a song, I won't dream
my song, ma Look what they done to my song, ma The only thing I could do half right and now it's turning out all wrong, mama Look what they done to my song
Woke up this morning I was all alone saw your picture by the telephone I was missing you oh so bad Wish I had you here to hold all I've got is this touch
sing, for the sake of the song And who do i think that i am to decide that she's wrong. Well, maybe she just has to sing, for the sake of the song
And when you wake up freezing in a room dark and empty Well, just keep singing along I'm not what you write in your books you know i'm nothing like a song
inside So the truth is his letter at dawn will send a new light Truth is I lied when I said I'd always be your whippin' pet I lied when I said,"I shouldn
The leaves on the tree are turnin' inside out From the Great White North there's a big black cloud Run for shelter if you can There's a storm in the heartland
to my heartbeat Yeah, listen to my heartbeat And the marching band plays along Plays the morphine song on the charity ward Yeah the marching band plays its song
There's a room in a house in a street in a manor in a borough That's part of a city that is generally referred to as London It's a dark place, a mysterious
I sat down and started to write a song on the old upright piano. I played these crude chords with my left hand and thumbed out a kind of a blues riff.
Traduction: Azure Ray. Rien comme une chanson.
Traduction: Azure Ray. Pour l'amour des Song.
Traduction: Billy Ray Cyrus. Vérité est que je Lied.