ΩΡΑ ΓΙΑ ΜΟΥΣΙΚΗ

Σας παρουσιάζω το αγαπημένο μου τραγούδι που θυμίζει άλλες εποχές. Αρχικά νόμιζα ότι η Amy Winehouse ήταν μαύρη γιατί η φωνή της έχει κάτι που με οδήγησε σε αυτό το συμπέρασμα...

Επειδή το βίντεο μετά από αίτηση της εταιρείας δίσκων της δεν μπορεί να μπει σε μπλογκ σας δίνω τη διεύθυνση

Back to black

He left no time to regret

Kept his dick wet

With his same old safe bet

Me and my head high

And my tears dry

Get on without my guy

You went back to what you knew

So far removed from all that we went through

And I tread a troubled track

My odds are stacked

I'll go back to black

We only said good-bye with words

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

And I go back to.....

I go back to us

I love you much

It's not enough

You love blow and I love puff

And life is like a pipe

And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside

We only said goodbye with words

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

And I go back to

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black,

I go back to

I go back to

We only said good-bye with words

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

And I go back to

We only said good-bye with words

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

And I go back to black

Το πρώτο τραγούδι που άκουσα ήταν το παρακάτω που για τον ίδιο λόγο σας δίνω τη διεύθυνση στο you tube.

You know i am no good

Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard

your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt

You say why did you do it with him today?

and sniff me out like I was Tanqueray

cause you're my fella, my guy

hand me your stella and fly

by the time I'm out the door

you tear men down like Roger Moore

I cheated myself

like I knew I would

I told ya, I was trouble

you know that I'm no good

Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy,

he’s in the place, but I can't get joy,

thinking on you in the final throes, this is when my buzzer goes

run out to meet your chips and bitter

you say when we married cause you're not bitter

there'll be none of him no more

I cried for you on the kitchen floor

I cheated myself

like I knew I would

I told ya, I was trouble

you know that I'm no good

sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain

we're like how we were again

I'm in the tub, you on the seat

lick your lips as I soak my feet

then you notice little carpet burn

my stomach drop and my guts churn

you shrug and its the worst

who truly stuck the knife in first

I cheated myself like I knew I would

I told ya I was trouble, you know that I'm no good

I cheated myself, like I knew I would

I told ya I was trouble, yeah ya know that I'm no good

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