Em xin hầu các bác một ca sĩ nữ ( không hiểu sao dạo này em toàn thích tìm hiểu các bài hát của các ca sĩ nữ) : Björk
Cô này ngừoi Island ngày 21.10.1965 tại Reykjavik, Iceland. Lúc còn nhỏ, Bjork sống với cha dượng và mẹ là bà Hild trong cộng đồng toàn dân hippie. Cô này cực giỏi, vừa là ca sĩ - người sáng tác, vừa là diễn viên kiêm luôn nhà sản xuất. Cô đã nhận được 13 đề cử cho Grammy Awards, Academy Award và cả Golden Globe awards
Cô có chất giọng rất đặc biệt và thử nghiệm trong rất nhiều chất liệu như pop, alternative rock, jazz, ambient music, electronica và folk.
Em gửi các bác mấy bài của cô ấy
Human Behaviour
If you ever get close to a human
And human behaviour
Be ready, be ready to get confused
There's definitely, definitely, definitely no logic
To human behaviour
But yet so, yet so irresistible
And there's no map
and a compass
wouldn't help at all
They're terribly moody
And human behaviour
Then all of a sudden turn happy
But, oh, to get involved in the exchange
Of human emotions
Is ever so, ever so satisfying
Oh oh, and there's no map
Human behaviour, human
Human, human behaviour, human
Human, human behaviour, human
Human behaviour, human
And there's no map
And a compass
Wouldn't help at all
Human behaviour, human, human
Human behaviour, human,
Human behaviour, human,
Human behaviour
There's definitely, definitely, definitely no logic
Human, human
Human behaviour
Human
There's definitely, definitely, definitely no logic
Human, human, human, human.
Em cũng thich bài này về chất giọng của cô ấy
BOHO dance
Down in the cellar in the Boho zone
I went looking for some sweet inspiration, oh well
Just another hard-time band
With Negro affectations
I was a hopeful in rooms like this
When I was working cheap
It's an old romance-the Boho dance
It hasn't gone to sleep
But even on the scuffle
The cleaner's press was in my jeans
And any eye for detail
Caught a little lace along the seams
And you were in the parking lot
Subterranean by your own design
The virtue of your style inscribed
On your contempt for mine
Jesus was a beggar, he was rich in grace
And Solomon kept his head in all his glory
It's just that some steps outside the Boho dance
Have a fascination for me
A camera pans the cocktail hour
Behind a blind of potted palms
And finds a lady in a Paris dress
With runs in her nylons
You read those books where luxury
Comes as a guest to take a slave
Books where artists in noble poverty
Go like virgins to the grave
Don't you get sensitive on me
'Cause I know you're just too proud
You couldn't step outside the Boho dance now
Even if good fortune allowed
Like a priest with a pornographic watch
Looking and longing on the sly
Sure it's stricken from your uniform
But you can't get it out of your eyes
Nothing is capsulized in me
On either side of town
The streets were never really mine
Not mine these glamour gowns