. All the early Roman kings in their sharkskin suits. Bow ties and buttons, high top boots. Drivin' the spikes in, blazin' the rails. Nailed in their coffins in top hats and tails. Fly away, little
Bài hát Roman Holiday - Halsey. Verse 1. Do you remember the taste of my lips that night. I stole a bit of my mother's perfume?. Cause I remember when my father put his fist through the wall that
