the choose inggris

Halo, red as fire, burning bright, Cruising down the road, under starry night. What cars pass by, with their engines roar, Each one a story, we've heard before. Dog on the sidewalk, wagging its tail, Tolled roads, like chapters, in a grand tale. Cat on the fence, watching with grace, In this house of life, we find our place. Oh, it's Friday, let's dance away, In the rhythm of life, come what may. Halo, red like passion's flame, In this world of chaos, it's all the same. What cars whisper, in the midnight air, Tales of love, of loss, of despair. Dog on the sidewalk, chasing a dream, On roads paved with hope, or so it seems. Toll booths stand tall, collecting our toll, In this house of dreams, we find our soul. Oh, it's Friday, let's laugh and play, In the symphony of life, let's find our way. Halo, red in the rearview mirror's gleam, Reflecting the past, like a distant dream. What cars speed by, in the race of time, In this journey of life, a rhythm sublime. Dog on the sidewalk, barking at fate, On roads of destiny, we navigate. Toll booths fade away, in the fading light, In this house of memories, we reunite. Oh, it's Friday, let's embrace the night, In the melody of life, let's take flight. So, Halo red, what cars, dog, tol, cat, house, Friday, In this song of life, we find our own way.