Last ngày of another năm is almost here
And i can't help but fight a tear
Another năm without my boy
Is surely going to bring no joy
Parties happening ,music,fun all around
But all youll see on my face is a miserable frown
Dancing ,fireworks,counting down the clock
But hình ảnh of Michael in my head I can not block
Trying to drown my sorrows in drink
So maybe then I wont have to think
Just then someone yells "Turn the âm nhạc up loud"
As I hear the beat of the âm nhạc my tim, trái tim feels proud
Thats my boy,always livens up the crowd
Bodies moving and swaying to Black hoặc White
My tim, trái tim threatens to burst with all its...
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