Лу Рид Lyrics & Chords By Никита Прокопьев

Fire on our hill Burning all the earth Burning up the telephone wire Burning, all these words Like "Crackle, crackle. Kill you." Like "Crackle, crackle. Burn you." Like Crackle,...read more

When the child was just a child It did not know what it was Like a child it had no habits No opinion about anything Maybe I will get a job Get a job as a waitress Maybe waiting...read more

Wait, don't go too early you're tired but everyone's tired but no one is tired enough only wait a little and listen music of hair, music of pain music of looms...read more

There was a time when I enjoyed vidalia there was no other fruit I dared my lips to touch my grandad he prescribed vidalia "for whatever ails ya" - heart disease, the grippe and...read more

Those were the games we played And the pain I feel Teaches me right a change To never ever try to steal the joy And the magic that was there And keep it to my self Never...read more