Amy Winehouse Blues In the Night

Ay!! qué voz...
Mamá no me dijo...cuando era una colegiala...que un hombre me hablaría con una voz dulce...


The evening breeze will start the trees to cryin'
and the moonlight hides its light
when you get the blues in the night
oh take my word the mockingbird will sing
his saddest saddest kind of song
he knows things are wrong and he's right