Tác giả: The Beatles
Here I stand, head in hand,
Turn my face to the wall.
If she's gone, I can't go on,
Feeling two foot small...
Everywhere, people stare,
Each and every day.
I can see them laugh at me,
And I hear them say...
Hey! You've got to hide your love away,
Hey! You've got to hide your love away...
How can I even try?
I can never win.
Hearing them, seeing them,
In the state I'm in...
How could she say to me,
"Love will find a way",
Gather 'round, all you clowns,
Let me hear you say...
Hey! You've got to hide your love away,
Hey! You've got to hide your love away.;
Turn my face to the wall.
If she's gone, I can't go on,
Feeling two foot small...
Everywhere, people stare,
Each and every day.
I can see them laugh at me,
And I hear them say...
Hey! You've got to hide your love away,
Hey! You've got to hide your love away...
How can I even try?
I can never win.
Hearing them, seeing them,
In the state I'm in...
How could she say to me,
"Love will find a way",
Gather 'round, all you clowns,
Let me hear you say...
Hey! You've got to hide your love away,
Hey! You've got to hide your love away.;