What holy cities are to nomadic tribes - a symbol of race and a bond of union - great books are to the wandering souls of men: they are the Meccas of the mind.
G.E. Woodberry
You don't know him
Like I know him
He must be allowed to stand proud
If you shame this man and make him crawl
He'd be no man at all, no man at all
Ooh she said the crowd just loved you
My name's Angel and I'm sixteen
I really love your band and your funny accent
Sure would like a cruise in your limousine
Then she said how about a rubdown
Today there was a tragedy
Underneath the bridge
A man walked
Cold and blue
Into La Ment
The sky coloured perfect
S
ao khi em ra đi anh không xót xaHay anh tin em sẽ tốt à!
Đừng bước đi em không thể vượt qua
Sao khi anh buông tay anh không nhói đau
Em không tin yêu thương phải theo úa màu
I’m feeling alone!
Jack is in the corner
The dish is with the spoon
The sheep is in the meadow
The cow is on the moon
But I am here with you and I believe
There's no other place I'd rather be
Said I'd move on and I'd leave it alone
But before I walk out there is something that I need you to know
I got lost in a blink of an eye
And I can never get back; no, I never got back
You were not there when I wanted to say
That you were everything right and it wasn't even me to change
As you watch from your house on the hill
World keeps spinning around you you're standing still
And a thought rivers enters your mind
Something happened once in my life
A fading picture of you that's so hard to describe
Ever close your eyes
Ever stop and listen
Ever feel alive
And you've nothing missing
You don't need a reason
Let the day go on and on
All the night she dressed to kill
Fish net tights with red high heels
All the boys say she's cold as ice
I won't sleep until I'm satisfied
Keep on watchin' her across the room
One Cup of Coffee
Than I'll go
Though I just dropped by
To let you know
That I'm Leaving you tomorrow
