译文: 贝. 吻我的车.
译文: 梅奥尔,约翰. 接过汽车.
译文: 奥利维亚牛顿约翰. 汽车游戏.
Have you seen them Playing car games Revving up your heart Before the lights change Have you been there And not been aware That you are the victim Of
: Have you seen them Playing car games Revving up your heart Before the lights change Have you been there And not been aware That you are the victim
Remember that 65 Mustang That I bought in 74 I used to like to take you driving And get lost on those old dirt roads We'd pull off on the side And then
I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station, gonna get a ticket to ride Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side Ride 'til
Way up on Bear Creek, Watching the sun go down. Way up on Bear Creek, Watching the sun go down. Well it makes me feel like I?m on my last go ?round.
Well I once knew a man who was going insane He let love chase him right up a tree It took the police and a fire truck Just to bring him back down Oh,
Back before I was a movie star Straight off of the farm I had a picture of another man's wife Tattooed on my arm With a pack of Camel cigarettes In the
You and me Sittin' in the back my memory Like a honey bee Buzzin' 'round a glass of sweet Chablis Radio's on Windows rolled up And my mind's rolled down
I saw you All dolled up Singing a song in your pickup truck You put me on a morning train You put me on a morning train Ain't no need to explain You
Far away over the sea There's a river that's calling to me That river she runs all around The place that I call my hometown There's a valley on the
Well, he never got too lonely And he never got too sad But he never got too happy And that's what's just too bad He never reached much further Than his
She is my everything From her suntanned shoulders Down to the freckles On her wedding ring Here feet are so warm They could melt the snow In the early
Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Some humans ain't human Some people ain't kind You open up their hearts And here's what you'll find A few frozen
A man came to our house I believe it was yesterday I would have invited him in But I didn't have a lot to say His anticipation of me opening the door
Oh, the glory of true love Is a wild and precious thing It don't grow on old magnolias Or only blossom in the spring No, the glory of true love Is it