Nhạc gốc Muốn Được Cùng Em - FREAKY x CM1X (ft. QUỲNH GAI)

𝖒𝖚𝖔𝖓 𝖉𝖚𝖔𝖈 𝖈𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝖊𝖒 (𝖘𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖉) - 𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐𝐲 𝖝 𝖈𝖒1𝖝 𝖋𝖙. 𝖖𝖚𝐲𝖓𝖍 𝖌𝖆𝖎

/slow10/ 24h - LyLy

ở nhà chán quó-TAYLOR( slowed & reverd )

𝚂𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍_𝚕𝚘𝚏𝚒

『𝙰𝚗𝚑 𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚟𝚒...』_𝚃.𝚁.𝙸 【ĐIÊN_𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍】

dù cho mai về sau _ - buitruonglinh | slowed

𝙚𝙢 𝙖 𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙜𝙞𝙤 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙪𝙤𝙩 𝙦𝙪𝙖

tại vì sao-demo        |slowed|

/và nếu nắng gió có cuốn em đi../ - sped up by my girl ct

phải chăng em đã yêu - Juky San / speedup

lạc nhau có phải muôn đời - erik [speed up]

DID you know, little child,  
Ere you left the outer wild,  
There were strong hands steady,  
There were old songs ready, 
There was love prepared to keep you with the hard earth reconciled?     

There’s a place here for you, between Nan’s old chair
and the lad who came in from the cold last year.
We don’t ask where you’ve been, not till you’re fed,
just pass your plate, we’ll heap it with bread.
Steam curls up like the ghosts of old feasts,
candles dripping slow on the mantelpiece.
Laughter already spilling down the hall,
the fire’s got its arms round us all.

Bread and salt, for the road you’ve walked,
wine and stew for the tales you’ve brought.
What’s in your heart, lay it down here,
we’ll warm it, we’ll keep it, we’ll make it clear.

Someone’s telling the one about the goose in the lane,
someone else swears it never rained that day.
You’ll hear the truth and the lies get stitched
in the same old quilt, every patch well-pitched.
We’re not saints, mind, we’ve got tempers and pride,
but the kettle still sings when the storm’s outside.
And when the bread runs low, we just slice it thin,
laugh all the harder, pour another in.

Bread and salt, for the miles you’ve crossed,
wine and stew for the loves you’ve lost.
What’s in your soul, spill it like light,
we’ll tend it, we’ll guard it, through the night.

See the lad at the end with the fiddle in hand?
He’ll play you a tune you won’t understand,
but it’ll sit in your chest like a hidden flame,
and each time you hum it, you’ll hear your name.
There’s a grace in the grease on the plates unwashed,
in the clink of the cups and the bread’s last crust.
In the way that strangers, by night’s slow weave,
become the ones you’re the last to leave.

Bread and salt, for the road you’ve roamed,
wine and stew for the times you’ve known.
What’s in your heart, lay it bare, lay it whole,
we’ll break it, we’ll bless it, we’ll make it home.

There beneath the radiant dome  
Unafraid your feet will roam,  
With the soft creek lapping,  
And the loose bark flapping,  
While the waving tree-ferns whisper, ‘Little girl, you’ve wandered home.


lạc nhau có phải muôn đời - erik [speed up]

alious.