Luyện nghe bài hát Better On The Other Side

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

[Chris - Chorus]
This the type of song that the angels cry,
I up in the sky and I wonder why?
why you had to go, go
I it's better on the other side,
you were chosen the start
gon let you go,

[The
Whose Jackson?
Michael Jackson,
I'm Jackson,
We all Jackson,
I guess what I'm asking is, bow their head for a legend,
breathe for a second,
now let the air out, grab the of somebody you care about,
so you can hear my message, my confession, someone Usher,
I seen the moonwalk, I guess the young touched him,
like he touched me, like he you,
so carry on his legacy, i must do,
and I trust you candles, concrete visuals,
me and my brothers listen to 5 in the living room,
first thing i did when i heard was puff,
cos him and tried to stop the beef between us,
who was us? Me and fifty, beef is dead,
him and Mike Jackson take us to the ledge.

Brown - Chorus]
This the of song that make the angels cry,
I up in the sky and i wonder why?
why you had to go, go
I know better on the other side,
you chosen from the start
gon let you go,

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

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

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