). Don preston (electric piano). Arthur tripp (drums, percussion). Jimmy carl black (drums). Members ofthe bbc symphonyorchestra (roy sings melody) All. Boooooh
). Don preston (electric piano). Arthur tripp (drums, percussion). Jimmy carl black (drums). Members ofthe bbc symphonyorchestra (while theorchestra plays like it or not, motorhead rummages on stage
). Don preston (electric piano). Arthur tripp (drums, percussion). Jimmy carl black (drums). Members ofthe bbc symphonyorchestra (jimmy carl, motorhead, roy & bunk are reunited by dons sentimental
incomplete. So if you want the truth. I just wanna be part of your symphony. Will you hold me tight and not let go?. Symphony. Like a love song on the radio. Will you hold me tight and not let go?. I'm sorry
). Don preston (electric piano). Arthur tripp (drums, percussion). Jimmy carl black (drums). Members ofthe bbc symphonyorchestra (were the mothers of invention ahead of their time? at least in the
). Don preston (electric piano). Arthur tripp (drums, percussion). Jimmy carl black (drums). Members ofthe bbc symphonyorchestra (ian lets him try out. his selected aria. Holiday in berlin (we had
Bài hát SymphonyOf Destruction - Megadeth. Mustaine. You take a mortal man,. And put him in control. Watch him become a god. Watch peoples heads a'roll. A'roll. chorus. Just like the Pied Piper. Led
Defenders OfThe Castle Hill. Walls ofthe castle were no longer strong*. But the enemies will not break em down. He knew it would happen cause the peace was too long. He was sure the war will
you’re gone, I feel incomplete . So if you want the truth . Chorus Zara Larsson . I just wanna be part of your symphony . Will you hold me tight and not let go? . Symphony . Like a love song on the radio
end. If I don't walk away from you. For you I leave my legacy behind. And with it I leave my pain. I can only be what I can be. So I leave my shadow symphony. A sign of my pride. It's the sound of my
. To taste the sweet and sour. The pattern juggler lifts his hand. Theorchestra begin. As slowly turns the grinding wheel. In the court ofthe crimson king. On soft grey mornings widows cry. The wise
Bài hát A SymphonyOf Justice - Sona. When I was a child. I had nobody in this world. I was left alone,. Just a sweet little quiet girl. When I tried to speak. Words I wanted to say were gone
