Nhạc sĩ: Quincy Jones
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One heart to trade or sell, One heart, an empty shell.
Perhaps I'll stop in some pawnbroker's shop And see what he might pay
For second-hand hearts today Or old dreams I'll never use.
Perhaps I'd love to lose Such worthless things,
What scale could measure them? What other fool could be
A fool like me and treasure them?
Ever since you're gone, I wear you on this heart.
How could I pawn this heart that still loves you?
Such worthless things, What scale could measure them?
What other fool could be A fool like me and treasure them?
Ever since you're gone, I wear you on this heart.
How could I pawn this heart that still loves you?
