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mardi 29 avril 2008

Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

Carrie UNDERWOOD --- Before He Cheats



Right now, he's probably slow dancing with a
bleached-blonde tramp
And she's probably getting frisky
Right now he's probably buying her some Fruity little drink 'cause she can't shoot whiskey
Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick showing her how to shoot a combo
And he don't know...

That I dug my key into the side of his Pretty little souped up four wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seat
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
Slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

Right now, she's probably up singing some
white-trash version of Shania karaoke
Right now, she's probably saying "I'm drunk"
And he's thinking that he's gonna lucky
Right now, he's probably dabbing on three dollars worth of that bathroom cologne
And he don't know... OH!

That I dug my key into the side of his Pretty little souped up four wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seat
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
Slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

I might've saved a little trouble for the next girl
A 'cause the next time that he cheats
Oh, you know it won't be on me
No, oh
Not on me...

That I dug my key into the side of his Pretty little souped up four wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seat
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
Slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

Oh, maybe next time he'll think before he cheats...

Oh, oh
Before he cheats
ohhhh.

Posté par eanima à 13:03 - Music - Commentaires [3] - Rétroliens [0] - Permalien [#]

mercredi 27 février 2008

Just music

This is my second Blog, just for music

http://mymusicc.canalblog.com/

Posté par eanima à 18:26 - Music - Commentaires [3] - Rétroliens [0] - Permalien [#]

lundi 11 février 2008

I'm a big girl

Emilia - Big Big Girl

I'm a big big girl

 

In a big big world

 

It's not a big big thing if you leave me

 

But I do do feel that

 

I do do will miss you much

 

Miss you much...

 

I can see the first leaf falling

 

It's all yellow and nice

 

It's so very cold outside

 

Like the way I'm feeling inside

 

I'm a big big girl

 

In a big big world

 

It's not a big big thing if you leave me

 

But I do do feel that

 

I do do will miss you much

 

Miss you much...

 

Outside it's now raining

 

And tears are falling from my eyes

 

Why did it have to happen

 

Why did it all have to end

 

I'm a big big girl

 

In a big big world

 

It's not a big big thing if you leave me

 

But I do do feel that

 

I do do will miss you much

 

Miss you much...

 

I have your arms around me ooooh like fire

 

But when I open my eyes

 

You're gone...

 

I'm a big big girl

 

In a big big world

 

It's not a big big thing if you leave me

 

But I do do feel that

 

I do do will miss you much

 

Miss you much...

 

I'm a big big girl

 

In a big big world

 

It's not a big big thing if you leave me

 

But I do feel I will miss you much

 

Miss you much...

Posté par eanima à 16:43 - Music - Commentaires [1] - Rétroliens [0] - Permalien [#]

lundi 7 janvier 2008

حبيتك بالصيف

فيروز حبيتك بالصيف


Posté par eanima à 17:02 - Music - Commentaires [3] - Rétroliens [0] - Permalien [#]

mercredi 7 novembre 2007

أهواك --- عبد الحليم حافظ

Posté par eanima à 19:57 - Music - Commentaires [11] - Rétroliens [0] - Permalien [#]

dimanche 4 novembre 2007

Quelqu'un m'a dit

On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses.
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud
Que de nos chagrins il s'en fait des manteaux
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit...

Que tu m'aimais encore,
C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore.
Serais ce possible alors ?

On me dit que le destin se moque bien de nous
Qu'il ne nous donne rien et qu'il nous promet tout
Parait qu'le bonheur est à portée de main,
Alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fou
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit ...

Mais qui est ce qui m'a dit que toujours tu m'aimais?
Je ne me souviens plus c'était tard dans la nuit,
J'entend encore la voix, mais je ne vois plus les traits
"Il vous aime, c'est secret, lui dites pas que j'vous l'ai dit"
Tu vois quelqu'un m'a dit...

Que tu m'aimais encore, me l'a t'on vraiment dit...
Que tu m'aimais encore, serais ce possible alors ?

On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud
Que de nos tristesses il s'en fait des manteaux,
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit que...

Carla Bruni

Posté par eanima à 19:48 - Music - Commentaires [6] - Rétroliens [0] - Permalien [#]

samedi 8 septembre 2007

Dear Mr. President


Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.
 
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?
 
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?
 
Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.
 
What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.
 
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?
 
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh
 
How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?

Pink

Posté par eanima à 11:40 - Music - Commentaires [13] - Rétroliens [0] - Permalien [#]

jeudi 30 août 2007

Moulin rouge -- Roxanne

Moulin Rouge

من بين الأفلام التي أحبها، و خصوصا هذا المقطع

Posté par eanima à 13:16 - Music - Commentaires [4] - Rétroliens [0] - Permalien [#]

samedi 11 août 2007

Copier coller الله يلعن اللي ما يحشم

هادي الأغنية الأصلية من الفيلم



هادي الكوبي ديالها دارها مغني مصري و ما قدرش حتى يدير مجهود و يبدل شي حاجة في الفكرة، الله يلعن اللي ما يحشم تقاداو الأفكار

Posté par eanima à 10:49 - Music - Commentaires [5] - Rétroliens [0] - Permalien [#]

mercredi 25 juillet 2007

الغالي

الغالي -- عبد الوهاب الدكالي

روعة

Posté par eanima à 09:48 - Music - Commentaires [6] - Rétroliens [0] - Permalien [#]



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