Сейчас буду петь халилую.

Джай, хм.. ну сейчас... гляну... если найду

просьба нервным заткнуть уши!

и всем у кого есть слух тоже

я даже не говорю про кормящих и беременных

Жду тебя...

как соловей лета.

Джай, да ладно.. я один раз писала домашку по русскому и пела гуд шарлот...

Хочу чаю, аж кончаю.

Джай, ... и написала домашняя лайв. ха-ха!

call-me, дело не в том что и когда..а в том как....

Мои заунывные душевные завывания мало кому понравятся! XDDDD

call-me, домашняя лайф..а какую пела? Мне нравится лайфстайл оф зе рич анд файмоз..Весёленькая такая .попеть можно...

Всё. Пою. Сейчас вернусь.

Джай, пела i just wanna live

Пой со мной!

Ой, это тоже клас...

I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased
the Lord
But you don't really care for music,
do you?

It goes like this... the fourth,
the fifth
The minor fall
The major lift
The baffled King composing
Hallelujah

It goes like this... the fourth,
the fifth
The minor fall
The major lift
The baffled King composing

She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne
She cut your hair
And from your lips she drew
the Hallelujah


Hallelujah

Maybe I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.

I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken
Hallelujah

There was a time you let me know
What's real and going on
below
But now you never show it to me,
do you?

And remember when I moved in you
The holy dark was moving
too
And every breath we drew was
Hallelujah

Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew
you.

And it's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken
Hallelujah