Arctic Monkeys — Fake Tales Of San Francisco | караоке з текстом і вимкненням вокалу

Fake tales of San Francisco echo through the room. More point to a wedding disco without a bride or groom. And there's a super cool band, yeah, with their trilbies and their glasses of white wine. And all the weekend rock stars are in the toilets practicing their lines. I don't want to hear you kick me out, kick me out. I don't want to hear you, no, kick me out, kick me out. I don't want to hear you kick me out, kick me out. I don't want to hear you, I don't want to hear you. Fake tales of San Francisco echo through the air. And there's a few bored faces at the back hall wishing they weren't there. And as the microphone squeaks, a young girl's telephone beeps. Yeah, she's dashing for the exit, oh, she's running to the streets outside. "Oh, you saved me," she screams down the line. "The band were fucking wank and I'm not having a nice time." I don't want to hear you kick me out, kick me out. I don't want to hear you, no, kick me out, kick me out. Every bird said it's amazing though, so all that's left is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf. He talks of San Francisco, he's from Hunter's Bar. I don't quite know the distance but I'm sure it isn't far. Yeah, I'm sure it's pretty far. Mm-hmm. And yeah, I'd love to tell you all my problem. You're not from New York City, I'm from Rotherham. So get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Get off the bandwagon, put down the handbook. Get off the bandwagon, put down the handbook. Get off the bandwagon, put down the handbook. Get off the bandwagon, put down the handbook.