. . Courtmartial, courtmartial, they held upon me. And the sentence passed upon me, three hundred and three. May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad cruelty. For now the Queen's duty lies heavy on
Bài hát Tennis Court - Lorde. Don't you think that it's boring how people talk. Making smart with their words again, well I'm bored. Because I'm doing this for the thrill of it, killin' it. Never not
Bài hát Kangaroo Court - Capital Cities. There’s a dark part of town. Where the girls kick down. And I cannot wait for a chance to go. Wait for a chance to go. I’ve got my bad luck shoes and every
ancient tongue. For the court of the crimson king. The keeper of the city keys. Puts shutters on the dreams. I wait outside the pilgrim's door. With insufficient schemes. The black queen chants the funeral
