Luyện nghe bài hát Better On The Other Side

[Diddy
I remember the first I seen you moonwalk,
I I could do anything,
you made the dance,
you made the music to life

[Chris Brown -
This the type of that make the angels cry,
I up in the sky and I wonder why?
why you had to go, go
I know it's better on the side,
you were from the start
gon let you go,

[The
Whose Jackson?
You're Jackson,
I'm Jackson,
We all Jackson,
I guess what I'm asking is, everybody bow head for a legend,
don't for a second,
now let the air out, the hand of somebody you care about,
so you can hear my message, my confession, tell Usher,
I the moonwalk, I guess the young thriller touched him,
he touched me, like he touched you,
so on his legacy, something i must do,
and I trust you candles, concrete visuals,
me and my brothers listen to Jackson 5 in the room,
first thing i did when i was call puff,
cos him and Mike tried to the beef between us,
who was us? Me and fifty, that is dead,
him and Mike Jackson take us to the ledge.

[Chris Brown -
the type of song that make the angels cry,
I up in the sky and i wonder why?
why you had to go, go
I know it's better on the side,
you were chosen from the
gon let you go,

As I'm pouring out this candles start to flicker,
list my air ones, MJ was my nigger.
Not the one that play ball, the one with the star,
and I'm a Hollywood star Imma tell you my story,
never had a family close,
never see Berry Gordy walking Interscope,
but just like me, always had Mike in a scope,
no matter you say,
imma him and hes still dope,
let me you back to '85 when i was in a zone,
dancing for my momma, 'Thriller' jacket all the zippers on,
now im doing 90 bout to crash in Aston,
to Outcast, I'm sorry Mrs Jackson
anything I can ever do to you your son was our king
so we Corretta you,
I'm this letter to all the Jackson kids, we all Jackson kids,
to let us through.

[Chris - Chorus]
This the type of song make the angels cry,
I look up in the sky and i wonder
why you had to go, go
I know it's on the other side,
you were chosen from the
gon let you go,

[Boys II
This the kind of that make the angels cry,
up in the sky and ask God, why o why why
Do we and let die
the kind of song that make the angels cry,
up in the sky and ask God, why o why why
Do we live and let, and let die.