Lana Del Rey — National Anthem | караоке з текстом і вимкненням вокалу

Money is the anthem of success. So before we go out, what's your address? I'm your national anthem. God, you're so handsome. Take me to the Hampton, Bugatti Veyron. He loves to romance him, reckless abandon. Holding me for ransom, upper echelon. He says to be cool, but I don't know how yet. Wind in my hair, hand on the back of my neck. I said, "Can we party later on?" He said, "Yes, yes, yes." Turn me up, your national anthem. Ooh, your baby bow down. Make 'em whistle, wow now. Turn me up, your national anthem. Sugar sweet, come hell now. Take your body downtown. Red, white, blues in the skies. Bubbles in the air and baby, heavens in your eyes. I'm your national anthem. Money is the reason we exist. Everybody knows it. It's a fact. I sing the national anthem while I'm standin' over your body, hold you like a python. And you can't keep your hands off me or your pants on. See what you've done to me, Kimmy Shangelon. He said to be cool, but I'm already coolest. I said, "Do you rule? Don't you know who you're dealing with?" Uh, do you think you'll buy me lots of diamonds? Turn me up, your national anthem. Ooh, your baby bow down. Make 'em whistle, wow now. Turn me up, your national anthem. Sugar sweet, come hell now. Take your body downtown. Red, white, blues in the skies. Bubbles in the air and baby, heavens in your eyes. I'm your national anthem. It's a love story for the new age. For the sixth page. Want a quick flick, rampage. Wining and dining, drinking and driving. Expensive buying, both of us denying. And our drugs and our loves and our drinks and our rage. Blurring the lines between real and the fake. Dark and lonely, I need somebody only. He will do very well, I can tell, I can tell. Keep me safe in his belt, tower hotel. Money is the anthem of success. So put on mascara and your party dress. I'm your national anthem. Boy, put your hands up. Give me a standing ovation. Boy, you have landed, babe, in the land of sweetness and danger, Queen Saigon. Turn me up, your national anthem. Ooh, your baby bow down. Make 'em whistle, wow now. Turn me up, your national anthem. Sugar sweet, come hell now. Take your body downtown. Red, white, blues in the skies. Bubbles in the air and baby, heavens in your eyes. I'm your national anthem. Money is the anthem. God, you're so handsome. Money is the anthem of success. Money is the anthem. God, you're so handsome. Money is the anthem of success. Money is the anthem. God, you're so handsome. Money is the anthem of success. Money is the anthem. God, you're so handsome. Money is the anthem of success