simple, you read the lyrics, guess the song, guess the artist, the first one who answers correctly is the one to ask the next “Guess the Song!”.
I’ll start first; cough cough
**I’m ridin’ in the back seat - nine years old
Starin’ out the window countin’ the highway poles
And then I get to thinkin’ - that it don’t seem real
I’m flyin’ through the universe in a ‘69 oldsmobile
And I wanna know what they’re not tellin’
And I don’t wanna hear no lies
I just want something to believe in
Ah - it’s a lonely lonely road I’m on
This side of paradise
I’m ridin’ in the back seat - black limousine
Starin’ out the window at a funeral scene
And then I get to thinkin’ - and it don’t seem right
I’m sittin’ here safe and sound and someone I love is gone tonight
I wanna know what they’re not tellin’
And I don’t wanna hear no lies
I just want something to believe in
Ah - it’s a lonely, lonely road we’re on
This side of paradise
There ain’t no crystal ball - there ain’t no santa claus
There ain’t no fairy tales
There ain’t no streets of gold
There ain’t no chosen few - ya it’s just me and you
And that’s all we got ya…that’s all we got to hold on to
Ya this side of paradise
I remember bein’ a little boy in the backseat - nine years old
Always askin’ questions - never did what I was told
And then I get to thinkin’ like I always do
We wander 'round in the darkness but every now and then
A little light shines through
I want to know what they’re not telling
I don’t wanna hear no lies
I just want something to believe in
Ah - it’s a lonely lonely road we’re on
This side of paradise**
well now you can be a coward and just google them lyrics or you can be the opposite and live and let live, its your call.
now guess…
P.S try posting english stuff mostly, reason?, well since not all people here are fluent in urdu/hindi.
You got a fast car,
I want a ticket to anywhere,
Maybe we can make a deal,
Maybe together we can get somewhere.
Any place is better,
Starting from zero got nothing to lose,
Maybe we can make something,
But me myself I got nothing to prove.
See my old mans got a problem,
He live with the bottle that's the way it is,
He says his body's too old for working,
His body's too young to look like his.
My mamma went off and left him,
She wanted more from life than what he could give,
I said somebody's gotta take care of him,
So I packed up school and that's what I did.
these lyrics sound so familiar!, I… gosh I can’t remember the name of the artist artist or the name of the song, its something… cars init?, its sang by that black lady with a Guitar, I hate it when I can’t remember something… …
You got a fast car,
I want a ticket to anywhere,
Maybe we can make a deal,
Maybe together we can get somewhere.
Any place is better,
Starting from zero got nothing to lose,
Maybe we can make something,
But me myself I got nothing to prove.
See my old mans got a problem,
He live with the bottle that's the way it is,
He says his body's too old for working,
His body's too young to look like his.
My mamma went off and left him,
She wanted more from life than what he could give,
I said somebody's gotta take care of him,
So I packed up school and that's what I did.
…
yes Ma’am…
Ali Zafar can’t sing for crap… 
and a sell-out… 
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