Novel & Cerita Song At End Of Hangover 2

Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh You've just got to turn it up loud when the flames get higher Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh Sing it for the people like us, the people like us Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh We're all misfits living in a world on fire Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh Sing it for the people like us, the people like us Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh You've just got to turn it up loud when the flames get higher Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh Sing it for the people like us, the people like us We didn't even know when we eventually fell asleep

In the drizzling rain, soaked to the bone, he sang and made noises, his presence echoing through the somber atmosphere of the wet and dimly lit surroundings. [Singing] "Brindle, oh my sweet babe, you are all I want, all I ever wanted. No one can take you out for me, no one, one, one! We are made for each other till death do us part," he belted out, pushing through the laughter even harder and louder. "Even in death, you are still mine and only mine..." His voice echoed through the air, a mix of joy and desperation in his drunken serenade.

"There's another way to get over from a bad day." "Then, enlighten me." She laughed, "Sing a song." Mahone raised his eyebrows to see if she was joking, but she wasn't, then he scoffed. "No chance in a hell I'm singing, lady. I think this whole bar is gonna blow, if I sing." "I afraid so," she took a small sip from her glass, smiling. She looked so stunning, when she smiled. "But you can at least try. It's better than waking up with a throbbing head and hangover in the morning, isn't it?"

“Drink this, it will help.” I peer suspiciously at the contents. “Is that ginger tea?” “And lemon,” she adds. “And toast. And painkillers. Hangover cure.” I stare at her like she’s just performed magic. “You are an angel, you are my angel.” “I know.” I sit up slowly, cradling my head as I take a cautious sip. It’s warm, soothing, and honestly might be the only thing keeping me alive right now. After a few seconds, the memories from last night start creeping back in. The club. The music. Tony’s smile. His laugh. The way he walked me to the car. The way I talked. A lot.

Harry focus his attention back on his guitar as he plucks the strings again with his lips subtly pursed before pulls his head back close to the microphone, “The fridge light washes this room white. Moon dances over your good side, this was all we used to need. Tongue-tied like we’ve never known, telling those stories we already told ‘cause we don’t say what we really mean.” “We’re not who we used to be. We’re not who we used to be. We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me.” He shuts his eyes as his brows crease again. “We’re not who we used to be. We’re not who we used to be. We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty, trying to remember how it feels to have a hear

"We’ll get married at the end of the month." In the end, he never believed me. I let out a bitter laugh and shook my head. Closing my eyes, I waited to disappear completely. Suddenly, an all-too-familiar force tugged at me once more. At William's bachelor party, everyone raised their glasses in celebration. "William is finally moving on! From now on, it’ll be nothing but happiness and smooth sailing for him!" "Exactly!" William lifted his own glass, but his expression was gloomy and unreadable.

Pick up the phone, Rosalind, but I didn’t bother opening it. “Alexa, play All I want by Lauren Spencer Smith.” The song began playing, drowning out the sound of my phone buzzing. Holding up the bottle of wine as a microphone, I sing along, “All I want is love that lasts. Is all I want too much to ask? IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME?” I belted out the song before switching it to Traitor by Olivia Rodrigo. Spinning around with my bottle, I tipped it back, stumbling over the coffee table, and falling flat on my butt. Wine splashed all over me, and I hung my head, staring at my once white tank top that was now splattered with a deep magenta color.

And sorrow Gloomy symphonies fill my head, mhh Tonight I think I'll write the saddest song To cleanse me of your memory and mend me when you're gone I can feel we're barely holding on So tonight I think I'll write the saddest song And maybe when I play it in my room I won't feel so empty when I'm thinking about you I can feel we're barely holding on So tonight I think I'll write the saddest song Mhh-mh, mhh, Mhh-mh Maybe you'll be on your way to work And hear it when you're driving down the street And maybe then you'll wanna make things work And tell me that you never wanna leave My body's filled with my regret And sorrow Gloomy symphonies fill my head, mhh ........... " Just as the song end

However, when the lunch party was almost over, the head of the foreign affairs department was tired, so he used the excuse to be busy and asked Thanh Phong to come and receive guests on his behalf. After all, they were the sponsors who contributed the facilities to the Music Academy, so after having lunch, he had to comply with their wishes and take them to the karaoke bar to sing a few songs. Although they said they only sang a few songs, four hours had passed and the list of selected songs was still long. Thanh Phong knows that if he doesn't speak up, the fun will continue, so he immediately stood up. However, before he could speak, the door to the room was opened and the male waiter rushe

At the same time, the waiter passed the menus to us. Before I could say anything, Aidan ordered two glasses of ice water. He glanced scornfully at the menu. “I don’t think this place serves nice drinks, but I’m too thirsty now, so let’s simply get something. “After we head home tomorrow, you can make it up to me.” I snorted. “Go home? Aidan, have you forgotten that we have already removed our mate bond? “My home is here now.” Aidan did not seem to hear my words. He sneered.