Paul Simon

• The sound of silence

  • Paul Simon
  • Slow Rock
  • Nhạc Quốc tế

  Hello darkness, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again. Because a vision soft ly cree-ping. Left its seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain. Still re- mains within the sound of silence. In restless dreams I walked alone. Narrow streets of cobble stone. 'Neath the halo of a street lamp. I turned my collar to the cold and damp. When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon...