A good book on your shelf is a friend that turns its back on you and remains a friend.
Author Unknown
This is the rock
We've been talking about
Yeah this is the rock
Makes you jump and shout
Well I know, I know
I know that everybody,
I know that everybody be happy,
Happy as you and me,
Cos I know, I know,
Come on baby, let me tell you,
When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
An don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet, silver song of a lark
I never been on a railroad, as many times as they pass me by
I never crashed in the desert or seen a rodeo
I don't know much about the world wars or Vietnam
I've yet to read about Uncle Tom
Never climbed a real rock or seen Colorado
Am I the son I think I am
You know
Oh baby
You know
You know the time I was lovin'
Girl out of time, girl out of time
Girl out of time, girl out of time
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Someday you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
Sau giấc mộng chợt thấy hồn lãng đãng
Anh nằm im nghe từng lá thu bay
Mười ngón tay chừng xa lạ vô cùng
Không ôm hết tháng ngày xanh thuở ấy
Sau giấc mộng nằm nghe đời ưu tư
When the moon hangs low in Napoli, there's a handsome gondolier,
Every night he sings so happily, so his lady love can hear.
In a manner oh gravissimo, he repeats his serenade,
And his heart beats so fortissimo, when she raises her Venetian shade.
Ciribiribin, chiribiribin, ciribiribin.
Ciribiribin, he waits for her each night beneath her balcony.
You gave your love to me softly
I heard your heart
Beating true
Still your Bijon lingers on and on and on
You gave your love to me softly
When I'm feeling blue and lonely
A human statue made of living stone
A paradox etched in human bone
If you could look behind his thin disguise
There's a hidden glint of madness in his eyes.
Many men are fooled by his smile
