Peter Bernstein Well You Needn't歌词

If I told you things I did before, told you how I used to be Would you go along with someone like me? If you knew my story word for word, had all of my history Would you go along with someone like me? I did before and had my share, it didn't lead now

TONY: (Spoken) I, Anton, take thee, Maria . . . MARIA: (Spoken) I, Maria, take thee, Anton . . . TONY: For richer, for poorer . . . MARIA: In sickness and in health . . . TONY: To love and to honor . . . MARIA: To hold and to keep . . . TONY: From ea

ANITA A boy like that who'd kill your brother, Forget that boy and find another, One of your own kind, Stick to your own kind! A boy like that will give you sorrow, You'll meet another boy tomorrow, One of your own kind, Stick to your own kind! A boy

Glitter and be gay 纸醉金迷 Glitter and be gay, that's the part I play: Forced to bend my soul to a sordid role, victimized by bitter, bitter circumstance Alas for me! Had I remained beside my ladymother, my virtue had remained unstained Until my maiden

When you flew out of the nest You made a mistake Flew all the way back When you got back to your den One minute too late was already wrecked I, I It's a fraction of the hope but it's so hard to control I, I get this straight You can't can't count on

Are you tired from the battles fought? All the years that you won or lost? Are you tired and shaken from it all? Are you scared that you'll lose control? As you cling to the words you know? In the silence you start to lose your hope. In the silence y

Shule, shule, shule-a-roo, Shule-a-rak-shak, shule-a-ba-ba-coo. When I saw my Sally Babby Beal, 当我看见我的小萨利哭闹 come bibble in the boo shy Lorey. 害羞的Lorey拿着圣经,轻嘘着走来 Here I sit on Buttermilk Hill; 我坐在黄油山上 who could blame me, cry my fill; 谁可以责怪我,放声地哭泣 Ever

Standing there alone the ship is waiting all systems are go are you sure? control is not convinced but the computer has the evidence "no need to abort" the countdown starts watching in a trance the crew is certain nothing left to chance all is w

I wonder how you're feeling there's ringing in my ears. And no one to relate to 'cept the sea. Who can I believe in ? I'm kneeling on the floor. There has to be a force. Who do I phone ? The stars are out and shining. But all I really want to know [C