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点击复制Needle drops, the spirits play
Another charm-filled cabaret
This café’s got a whisper tone
Records spin, but I’m not alone
There’s a ghost behind the bar,
Shaking shakers from afar
Tables creak in candlelight
Jazz floats in like velvet night
A phantom sings in A-minor key
Crooning soft in harmony
In this haunted vinyl café
Where the past won’t drift away
The ghosts wear hats and tap their shoes
To vintage beats and barstool blues
Pull up a chair, don’t look dismayed
It’s just the haunted vinyl café
A latte steams with mystic foam
A waltz of ghosts that call this home
They sip, they sway, they softly gleam
In echoes of a jukebox dream
(Doo doo doo…)
Each record hides a phantom track
(Doo wop woo…)
You play it once — they all come back
In this haunted vinyl café
Where past and present dance and stay
From Billie’s sigh to Ella’s charm
They spin their spells with ghostly calm
So stir your cup, enjoy the play
Inside this haunted vinyl café
“The milk frother’s moaning again…”
“That’s just Benny, the trumpet ghost.”
“Oh. He plays every Friday.”
(Laughter, soft trumpet lick)
In this haunted vinyl café
Ghosts groove through night and cabernet
Their melodies may fade and crack
But the soul — it always comes back
So sip your brew and press replay
At our haunted vinyl café
Hmm-hmm… mmm…
Where music stays… and spirits sway…
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