Åñëè Âàøåé ëþáèìîé ïåñíè èëè àëüáîìà Don Williams íåò â ñïèñêå ïåñåí, òî Âû ìîæåòå äîáàâèòü èõ â íàøó êîëëåêöèþ ñ ïîìîùüþ ýòîé ôîðìû. Äîáàâèòü âèäåî-êëèïû ê ïåñíÿì Âû ìîæåòå íà ñîîòâåòñòâóþùèõ ñòðàíèöàõ. Òàê æå Âû ìîæåòå äîáàâèòü áèîãðàôèþ è äèñêîãðàôèþ ñ ïîìîùüþ ýòîé ññûëêè.
Åñëè Âû õîòèòå äîáàâèòü íîâîãî èñïîëíèòåëÿ è åãî ïåñíè, âîñïîëüçóéòåñü ýòîé ôîðìîé.
If you could read my mind love,
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old time movie,
‘Bout a ghost from a wishin’ well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet,
You know that ghost is me.
And I will never be set free,
As long as I’m a ghost you can’t see.
If I could read your mind love,
What a tale your thoughts could tell
Just like a paperback novel,
The kind the drugstore sell
When you reach the part
Where the heartaches come
The hero would be me,
Heroes often fail
And you won’t need that book again,
Because the ending’s just too hard to take.
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I’d walk away like a movie star
Who gets burned in a freeway script,
Enter number two
A movie queen to play the scene,
Of bringing all the good things out in me
But for now love let’s be real,
I never thought I could act this way
And I’ve got to say that I just don’t get it
I don’t know where we went wrong
But the feelin’s gone and I just can’t get it back.
If you could read my mind love,
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old time movie,
‘Bout a ghost from a wishin’ well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet,
The story always ends
And if you read between the lines
You’ll know that I’m just tryin’ to understand
The feelings that you lack
I never thought I could feel this way
And I’ve got to say that I just don’t get it.
I don’t know where we went wrong
But the feelin’s gone and I just can’t get it back...
Ïåñíÿ Don Williams If You Could Read My Mind ïðåäñòàâëåíà âàì Lyrics-Keeper. Flash-ôè÷ó ìîæíî èñïîëüçîâàòü â êà÷åñòâå êàðàîêå ê ïåñíå If You Could Read My Mind, åñëè åñòü âîçìîæíîñòü ñêà÷àòü ìèíóñîâêó. Äëÿ íåêîòîðûõ êîìïîçèöèé äîñòóïåí ïðàâèëüíûé ïåðåâîä ïåñíè. Âû òàê æå ìîæåòå ñêà÷àòü ïåðåâîä òåêñòà ïåñíè Don Williams If You Could Read My Mind çäåñü. Ìû ñòàðàåìñÿ ñäåëàòü òàê, ÷òîáû ñëîâà ïåñíè If You Could Read My Mind áûëè íàèáîëåå òî÷íûìè, ïîýòîìó åñëè ó âàñ åñòü êàêèå-òî êîððåêòèðîâêè òåêñòà, ïîæàëóéñòà îòïðàâëÿéòå èõ íàì. Åñëè âû õîòèòå ñêà÷àòü áåñïëàòíî ýòó ïåñíþ â ôîðìàòå mp3, ïîñåòèòå îäíîãî èç íàøèõ ìóçûêàëüíûõ ñïîíñîðîâ.
