Dance With Me One More Timeរាំជាមួយបងម្ដងទៀត

Today is our kid's wedding, the hall full of guests The music starts slow, so I walk to your table My hair's gone white, my knees ache, but I still hold out my hand You laugh: "We're old now, what are we dancing for?" Dance with me one more time, darling Rest your head on my shoulder like before Don't mind the people, don't mind my knees Dance with me one more time... darling Back then, we got married in the camp A borrowed shirt, and a borrowed sampot too No tent, no band, nothing at all Just one old grandma singing softly so we could dance Barefoot, dancing on the red dirt We had nothing, nothing but each other Dance with me one more time, darling Rest your head on my shoulder like before Don't mind the people, don't mind my knees Remember, darling? We had no music back then We came to a stranger's country, both with empty hands I worked two jobs, you raised the kids on your own There were hard years, there were fights But you never once let go of my hand Forty years have gone by And only today do I have real music for you to dance to Dance with me one more time, darling Rest your head on my shoulder like before Forty years now, and I still love you the same Dance with me one more time... darling Our kid is looking over at us, smiling It's okay, let them watch The music's over... But I haven't let go of your hand yet Music created with AI tools. Concept, lyrics, and story by Somleng Studio.