There's a apoy starting in my puso (D)
I heard that your dreams came true (S)
Don't underestimate the things that I will do (S)
There's a apoy starting in my puso (D)
Reaching a fever pitch And it's bringing me out the dark (D)
Now rumour has it she ain't got your pag-ibig anymore, (R)
Rumour has it, rumour, (R)
Rumour has it, rumour, (R)
Rumour has it, rumour, (R)
Rumour has it, rumour, (R)
Rumour has it, rumour, (R)
Rumour has it, rumour, (R)
Rumour has it, rumour, (R)
Rumour has it, rumour, (R)
The scars of your pag-ibig remind me of us (D)
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all (D)
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited (S)
Rumour has it! (R)
I heard that you're settled down (S)
That you found a girl and you're married now. (S)
But you played it (D)
(You're gonna wish you never had met me) (D)
You played it (D)
Rumour has it (R)
Never mind, I'll find someone like you (S)
You played it (D)
We could have had it all (D)
You played it to the beat. (D)
R= Rumor Has It
D= Rolling in the Deep
S= Someone Like You
I heard that your dreams came true (S)
Don't underestimate the things that I will do (S)
There's a apoy starting in my puso (D)
Reaching a fever pitch And it's bringing me out the dark (D)
Now rumour has it she ain't got your pag-ibig anymore, (R)
Rumour has it, rumour, (R)
Rumour has it, rumour, (R)
Rumour has it, rumour, (R)
Rumour has it, rumour, (R)
Rumour has it, rumour, (R)
Rumour has it, rumour, (R)
Rumour has it, rumour, (R)
Rumour has it, rumour, (R)
The scars of your pag-ibig remind me of us (D)
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all (D)
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited (S)
Rumour has it! (R)
I heard that you're settled down (S)
That you found a girl and you're married now. (S)
But you played it (D)
(You're gonna wish you never had met me) (D)
You played it (D)
Rumour has it (R)
Never mind, I'll find someone like you (S)
You played it (D)
We could have had it all (D)
You played it to the beat. (D)
R= Rumor Has It
D= Rolling in the Deep
S= Someone Like You
Every singer knows the List: citrus, vinegar, mint, dairy, spicy oder fried foods, fizzy drinks, caffeine, cigarettes, and alcohol. These are the vocal cords’ enemies. And when one has a five-octave contralto as dynamic, award-winning, moneymaking, and record-breaking as Adele Laurie Blue Adkins does, one figures out how to avoid these things. Some require less effort than others. Mint? Vinegar? Feh. Cigarettes? Not so easy. Over the few days that I spend around Adele, I see her sneak a fag here and there. No one is perfect. But alcohol? For a once hard-drinking South London pub girl who has admitted that she has written some of her best songs after a few belts, I would have thought this might present something of a challenge.