How many Americans do we have in here tonight? In the days following September 11th last year Everybody that was a poet or a writer or a song writer
Can you feel your heartbeat racing? Can you taste the fear in her sweat? You've done this wrong, it's too far gone These sheets tell of regret I admit
So come test me, so come break me, so come on intoxicate me With hands tied behind my back I fight, and wait for you to strike A new problem we can't
Can you feel your heartbeat racing? Can you taste the fear in her sweat? You've done this wrong It's too far gone These sheets tell of regret I admit
Tercüme: Toby Keith. Kırmızı, beyaz ve mavi Nezaket (Angry American).
Tercüme: Underoath. A Boy Siyah Beyaz Kızıl ... yaşayan Fırçalı.
meme. Il y avait un square en avant de chez nous, on l'y voyait souvent Elle avait trente ans sans avoir d'age, elle portait des gants blancs. Son manteau
: Can you feel your heartbeat racing? Can you taste the fear in her sweat? You've done this wrong It's too far gone These sheets tell of regret I admit
when all the trees that line the street turn brown yellow and red times they are a changin' in all that lies ahead but one thing is for certain in everything