Miley: Nobody listens to me, Don’t hear a single thing I say, Say anything to me, Anything to get you on my head. Don’t know how I really feel, Cause
Как-то однаджы Джонни-дурак Шёл с кабака босой. Крепкий эль, да ещё натощак! И долго идти домой. Дорога длинна и очень темна... И Джонни решил отдохнуть
жизни склоне Сердца все пресыщённей, И это очень жаль... У маленького Джонни Горячие ладони И зубы, как миндаль. И зубы, как миндаль. У маленького Джонни
I said ooooh-woooh Come on, baby, turn the lights off Ooooh-woooh Cuz it's getting late I said ooooh-woooh I know you're gonna try to hang tough Ooooh
общества Иди, задира, сгорай в ненависти Ты знаешь, что должен, Джонни "Ножичек" Он самый подлый парень в своем городе Один взгляд, и он зарежет тебя Джонни "Ножичек", Джонни
Put your Dukes up John, Yeah, put your dukes up John, You were preened and sanitised, Struck dumb by good advice. Your integrity was bruised, Your celebrity
Вечером в пятницу она ушла из дому По сути думала об этом уже издавна Очередной каприз ее так и не признан был Сквозь призму за ней следили очень пристально
What I got to do to make you love me? What I got to do to make you care? What do I do when lightning strikes me? And I wake to find that you're not there
What have I got to do to make you love me What have I got to do to make you care What do I do when lightning strikes me And I wake to find that you're
From the day we arrive on the planet And blinking, step into the sun There's more to be seen than can ever be seen More to do than can ever be done
There's a calm surrender To the rush of day When the heat of the rolling world Can be turned away An enchanted moment And it sees me through It's enough
Hold me close, your just too far Or I can bring you in, so you're up with the stars But still down to earth; with my love, we're on mars I can give
Oh it's a shame that I have to tape over, Those elysian smiles I thought I'd keep forever. I remember it all like it was yesterday... Forget all, Set
Sarcelles a ses marlous, Bercy a ses clochards Saint-Germain-des-Pres a Big John Le Tatoue Qui touche sa bille au billard Il est grand et con comme la
Me and all my friends We're all misunderstood They say we stand for nothing There's no way we ever could Now we see everything is going wrong With
Some of us, We're hardly ever here The rest of us, we're born to disappear How do I stop myself from Being just a number How will I hold my head
I hate to see you cry Lying there in that position There's things you need to hear So turn off your tears And listen Pain throws your heart to the
No I'm not color blind I know the world is black and white Try to keep an open mind but... I just can't sleep on this tonight Stop this train I want
