Nhạc sĩ: Harold Arlen, Ira Gershwin | Lời: Harold Arlen, Ira Gershwin
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♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Take it, honey. Okay. Come on. Take it from the top. From the top? Yeah. ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ The night is bitter. The stars have lost their glitter. The winds grow colder. Suddenly you're older. And all because of the man that got away. No more his eager call. The writing's on the wall. The dreams you've dreamed have all gone astray. The man that won you has run off and undone you. That great beginning has seen a final inning. Don't know what happened. It's all a crazy game. No more that all-time thrill. For you've been through the mill. And never a new love will be the same. Good riddance, goodbye. Every trick of his you're on to. But fools will be fools. And where's he gone to? The road gets rougher. It's lonelier and tougher. With hope you burn up. Tomorrow he will turn up. There's just no let up. The live long night and day. Ever since this world began. There is nothing sadder than. A one man woman. Looking for the man that got away. The man that got away.