Porque ele é om ótimo ator [duh, ele é o House!]; é também um escritor de primeira [Vendedor de armas ainda ressoa na minha memória]; E agora lançou Let Them Talk, um modesto CD com 15 faixas. Uma melhor que a outra, tipo essa:
You don't know my mind
Walking down the levee with my head hangin' low
Looking for my mama but she ain't here no more
Baby you don't know, you don't know my mind
When you see me laughing, I'm laughing just to keep from crying
She won't cook my dinner, won't wash my clothes
Won't do nothing but walk the road
Baby you don't know, you don't know my mind
When you see me laughing, I'm laughing just to keep from crying
My breakfast on the table and my coffee's getting cold
And mama's in the kitchen getting a sweet papa talk
Baby you don't know, you don't know my mind
When you see me laughing, I'm laughing just to keep from crying
Sometimes I think my baby's too good to die
Sometimes I think she should be buried alive
Baby you don't know, you don't know my mind
When you see me laughing, I'm laughing just to keep from crying
I wish I had a nickel, I wish I had a dime
I wish I hadn't give myself a fabulous time
Baby you don't know, you don't know my mind
When you see me laughing, I'm laughing just to keep from crying
Look at you mama, see what you got it done
You got my money now you broke and run
Baby you don't know, you don't know my mind
When you see me laughing, I'm laughing just to keep from crying
You made me get mad and you made me get sad
Going get tougher than you have ever had
Baby you don't know, you don't know my mind
When you see me laughing, I'm laughing just to keep from crying
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Sério, alguma errada ele tem que fazer.
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