Bài hát Lightning Bolt - Jake Bugg. Morning, it's another pure grey morning. Don't know what the day is holding. When I get uptight. And I walk right into the path of a lightning bolt. Siren of an
Bài hát Ấn Nút Nhớ. Thả Giấc Mơ (Mai Này Con Lớn Lên) - Sơn Tùng (M-TP). Ehhh ohhh. Sinh con ra bằng câu hát ru quen thuộc. Dìu đôi chân mong con lớn khôn. (Con lớn khôn, nghe lời mẹ). Dù mồ hôi thấm
. Breathing life into a roaring disguise. Needles and sins, sins and needles. He's gasping for air in the wishing well Dust to rust, ashes on gashes. Hand around the killing jar. Hand around the killing jar
. Breathing life. Into a roaring disguise. . Needles and sins, sins and needles. He's gasping for air. In the wishing well. Dust to rust, ashes on gashes. Hand around the killing jar. Hand around the
fires andbolt their doors. The mayor is giving dinner to the officers and wives. His eldest son is learning how to fawn. The barrack block is hushed and tense, the soldiers drawing lots. Who will be
