Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
New York now was nothing but an ice-capade
A cigarette, a fire-escape.
Walked this line
With dust in our pockets for the bedford station line to take us.
Crazy
The drunkard playing the casio
We're quiet
Everytime we start starin up
And hear
All the loneliest crickets play their violins.
Aw what a shame
A subway ride was never meant to last.;
A cigarette, a fire-escape.
Walked this line
With dust in our pockets for the bedford station line to take us.
Crazy
The drunkard playing the casio
We're quiet
Everytime we start starin up
And hear
All the loneliest crickets play their violins.
Aw what a shame
A subway ride was never meant to last.;