Chanson : Echoes Of The Street
Echoes Of The Street
There was a sound in the night
and it turned my face to white
There was a sound in the night
and then my heart was black
There was a sound in the night
and I saw the moon a-bleedin’
There was a sound in the night
and my heart stopped beatin’
He came like thunder and he left in a whisper
Echoes of the silence
Languorous feeling
and I just felt like dyin’
Languorous feeling
and the road was listening
Crash at the party
and I can’t breath no more
Bashed me alone
and left through the north
He came like thunder and he left in a whisper
Echoes of the silence
Then the killer left as the city kept sleeping
and it turned my face to white
There was a sound in the night
and then my heart was black
There was a sound in the night
and I saw the moon a-bleedin’
There was a sound in the night
and my heart stopped beatin’
He came like thunder and he left in a whisper
Echoes of the silence
Languorous feeling
and I just felt like dyin’
Languorous feeling
and the road was listening
Crash at the party
and I can’t breath no more
Bashed me alone
and left through the north
He came like thunder and he left in a whisper
Echoes of the silence
Then the killer left as the city kept sleeping
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təʁə was a sund ɛ̃ tə niɡt
ɑ̃d it tyʁnεd mi fasə to witə
təʁə was a sund ɛ̃ tə niɡt
ɑ̃d tɛ̃ mi əaʁ was blak
təʁə was a sund ɛ̃ tə niɡt
ɑ̃d i saw tə mun a blidin
təʁə was a sund ɛ̃ tə niɡt
ɑ̃d mi əaʁ stɔpεd bəatin
ə kamə likə tœ̃de ɑ̃d ə lεft ɛ̃ a wispe
εʃoz- ɔf tə silɑ̃sə
lɑ̃ɡɔʁus filiŋ
ɑ̃d i ʒyst fεlt likə diin
lɑ̃ɡɔʁus filiŋ
ɑ̃d tə ʁɔad was listəniŋ
kʁaʃ a tə paʁti
ɑ̃d i kante bʁəat no mɔʁə
baʃεd mə alɔnə
ɑ̃d lεft tʁuɡ tə nɔʁt
ə kamə likə tœ̃de ɑ̃d ə lεft ɛ̃ a wispe
εʃoz- ɔf tə silɑ̃sə
tɛ̃ tə kije lεft a tə siti kεpt slipiŋ
ɑ̃d it tyʁnεd mi fasə to witə
təʁə was a sund ɛ̃ tə niɡt
ɑ̃d tɛ̃ mi əaʁ was blak
təʁə was a sund ɛ̃ tə niɡt
ɑ̃d i saw tə mun a blidin
təʁə was a sund ɛ̃ tə niɡt
ɑ̃d mi əaʁ stɔpεd bəatin
ə kamə likə tœ̃de ɑ̃d ə lεft ɛ̃ a wispe
εʃoz- ɔf tə silɑ̃sə
lɑ̃ɡɔʁus filiŋ
ɑ̃d i ʒyst fεlt likə diin
lɑ̃ɡɔʁus filiŋ
ɑ̃d tə ʁɔad was listəniŋ
kʁaʃ a tə paʁti
ɑ̃d i kante bʁəat no mɔʁə
baʃεd mə alɔnə
ɑ̃d lεft tʁuɡ tə nɔʁt
ə kamə likə tœ̃de ɑ̃d ə lεft ɛ̃ a wispe
εʃoz- ɔf tə silɑ̃sə
tɛ̃ tə kije lεft a tə siti kεpt slipiŋ