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viernes, 7 de septiembre de 2012

Thriller - Michael Jackson


 Thriller of Michael Jackson
 Thriller of Michael Jackson

It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark 
Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart 
You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes 
You're paralyzed 

'Cause this is thriller, thriller night 
And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike 
You know it's thriller, thriller night 
You're fighting for life inside a killer, thriller tonight 

You hear a door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run 
You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sun 
You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination 
But all the while you hear the creature creepin' up behind 
You're out of time 

'Cause this is thriller, thriller night 
There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes 
You know it's thriller, thriller night 
You're fighting to survive inside a killer, thriller tonight 

Night creatures call 
The dead start to walk in their masquerade 
There's no escapin' the jaws of the alien this time (they're open wide) 
This is the end of your life 

They're out to get you, there's demons closing in on every side 
They will possess you unless you change the number on your dial 
Now is the time for you and I to cuddle close together 
All thru the night I'll save you from the terrors on the screen 
I'll make you see 

That it's a thriller, thriller night 
'Cause I can thrill you more than any ghost who would dare to try 
Girl, this is thriller, thriller night 
So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller, chiller 
Thriller here tonight 

Rap: 
Darkness falls across the land 
The midnight hour is close at hand 
Creatures crawl in search of blood 
To terrorize y'awl's neighborhood 
And whosoever shall be found 
Without the soul for getting down 
Must stand and face the hounds of hell 
And rot inside a corpse's shell 
The foulest stench is in the air 
The funk of forty thousand years 
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb 
Are closing in to seal your doom 
And though you fight to stay alive 
Your body starts to shiver 
For no mere mortal can resist 
The evil of the thriller 
(mechanical laughter) 
 Thriller of Michael Jackson


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