Michael . J

It is morning in a Manhattan disco, and Michael Jackson — who owns perhaps the most scrutinized face in America — is smiling warily for a roomful of strangers. Jackson has come to New York for two weeks of near–continuous hubbub, which will include three sold–out concerts at Madison Square Garden and highly anticipated appearances on the thirtieth annual Grammy Awards program (his first ویژن ٹیلی performance since the 1983 Motown 25 show) and at a benefit رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا for the United Negro College Fund. This morning, though, he is performing the one chore that he reportedly dreads most —...

Another دن has gone
I'm still all alone
How could this be
You're not here with me
You never کہا goodbye
Someone tell me why
Did آپ have to go
And leave my world so cold

Everyday I sit and ask myself
How did love slip away
Something whispers in my ear and says
That آپ are not alone
For I am here with you
Though you're far away
I am here to stay

But آپ are not alone
For I am here with you
Though we're far apart
You're always in my heart
But آپ are not alone

'Lone, 'lone
Why, 'lone

Just the other night
I thought I heard آپ cry
Asking me to come
And hold آپ in my arms
I can hear your prayers
Your burdens I will bear...

Beat It:

They told him Don't آپ ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face, آپ better dissapear
The fire's in their eyes And their words are really clear
So Beat It, Just Beat It

You better run, آپ better do what آپ can
Don't wanna see no blood, Don't be a macho man
You wanna be tough, Better do what آپ can
So, Beat It, But آپ wanna be bad

Just Beat it, Beat it, Beat it, Beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong یا right
Just Beat It, Beat it
Just Beat it, Beat it
Just Beat it, Beat it
Just Beat It, Beat it

They're out to get you, Better...

Ooh ooh ooh aah
Gotta make a change
For once in my life
It's gonna feel real good
Gonna make a difference
Gonna make it right

As I turned up the کالر on
A پسندیدہ winter coat
This wind is blowin' my mind
I see the kids in the street
With not enough to eat
Who am I to be blind
Pretending not to see their needs

A summer's disregard
A broken bottle top
And a one man's soul
They follow each other
On the wind ya' know
'Cause they got nowhere to go
That's why I want آپ to know

I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I'm asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If آپ wanna make the world...