Man I'm Gonna Sing کے بول

I'm sellin' all my records And all my magazines Tryin' to lose my memory Of all them famous scenes Gonna buy a horse now And learn to ride that thing Gallop in a field somewhere And man, I'm gonna sing CHORUS Hey� Gonna sell my TV too For seventy-five bucks Take a bag of stale bread to the pond I'm gonna feed some ducks I'm gonna lend someone my laptop Cause I can't give that thing away And then I'm gonna write some letters once I figure out what to say Going camping in December Even if I freeze Watch the snowfall quietly Feel the winter breeze Going to the beach soon Watch the ocean heave And if I fall in love with standing there, Man, I ain't ever gonna leave Wish I could get a promise That if I want to rest That I will learn to do it then Feel the peace inside my chest Cranked up like a drum head I'm thin; I'm bout to break Chased away the boy I was Cause he told me I'm a fake Cranked up like a drum head I'm thin; I'm �bout to break Somebody save me from myself For God Almighty's sake OUTRO Leave the children alone. Let them come to me.