понедельник, 23 апреля 2018 г.

Put Your Records On

Put Your Records On
by Corinne Bailey Rae

Three little birds, SAT on my window. And they TOLD me I don't need to worry. Summer came like cinnamon so sweet, Little girls double-dutch on the concrete. Maybe sometimes, we've got it wrong, but it's alright The more things seem to CHANGE , the more they STAY the same Oh, don't you .

Chorus: Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song You go ahead, let your hair down Sapphire and faded jeans, I you HOPE get your dreams, Just go ahead, let your hair down. You're going to FIND yourself somewhere, somehow.

Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely, Sipping tea in a bar by the roadside, just RELAX, just RELAX . Don't you let those other boys fool you, got to LOVE that afro hair do.

Maybe sometimes, we FEEL afraid, but it's alright The more you STAY the same, the more they seem to CHANGE. Don't you think it's strange? (Repeat chorus)

It was more than I could TAKE, pity for pity's sake Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger When you going to realise, that you don't even have to TRY any longer?

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