te Camminando verso casa mi sei tornata in mente A letto mi son girato e non ho ditto niente E ho ripensato alla tua voce cosA¬ fresca e strana Che dava
next thing I know/ the telephone rings I hear my own voice /on the answering machine please leave a message/ I'm glad ya called I listen for a voice
your throat That's the sound of music from another room The piano player, hangs up from piano wire But the player piano carries on (Sit back and tune
a hanging case. [Roxie Hart] Hanging? [Martin Harrison] - I'm ready to go to the jury tomorrow. [Roxie Hart] Wait a minute, what do you mean hanging
, much obliged for the beat god Even though you still eat lard by the Meatwad Mesquite charred, speakin' of which or who Voice all squeaky like they tuned
heed his childish plea She heard him call as she was leaving please mommy please stay home with me The mother joined the merrymakers and soon was lost in trifling joy The mellow tunes
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune Back at the bar in a solo
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon; The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune; Back of the bar, in a
're old I would have sold all my possessions Never took piano lessons But baby you're a grand And I will learn to play the good notes And tune you up
It says 'Yes', it says 'No' It says, "I wait for you" The old folks dream no more Their books have gone to sleep The piano's out of tune, the little
it says, "Yes," it says, "No" It says, "I'll wait for you." The old folks dream no more The books have gone to sleep, the piano's out of tune The little
dead beats Grab something to eat, Maccy D's or KFC Only one choice in the city Done voice in my pity, now let's get to the nitty gritty Tune reminds
obliged for the beat God Even though you still eat lard, by the Meatwad Mesquite charred, speakin of which or who Voice all squeaky like they tuned it
together when we old I would have sold all my possessions Never took piano lessons But baby you are grand And I would learn to play the good notes And tune
until he fell asleep through the years we?ve both seen our fair share of change we?ve had some victories but mostly we just made mistakes he?s got this piano tune
's a wolf in the piano On the white keys Teeth on the back Dry bones under animal skin am I No tears from this eye I feel nothing I hear no voice Behind
played the keys and smiled as the music played i laughed and felt like we did that day as the keys went out of tune i heard a voice i never knew the
played the keys and smiled as the music played I laughed and felt like we did that day As the keys went out of tune I heard a voice I never knew The
