Teri Ore Lyrics - Singh Is King Song Lyrics


Teri Ore Teri Ore Lyrics from Singh Is Kinng

 Dil kho gaya ho gaya kisi ka, abb raasta mil gaya khushi ka
 Aankhon mein hai khaab sa kisi ka, abb raasta mil gaya khushi ka
 Rishta naya rabba, dil chhu raha hai
 Kheenche mujhe koyi dor teri ore
 (Teri ore, teri ore, teri ore haay rabba
 Teri ore, teri ore, teri ore) - (2)
 
 Khulati fijaaye ghulati ghataaye, sar pe naya hai aasmaan
 Chaaro dishaaye haske bulaaye, kyon sab huye hai meherbaan
 Ha humane to yahi rabba kasam se pata hai
 Dil pe nahi koyi jor koyi jor
 (Teri ore, teri ore, teri ore haay rabba
 Teri ore, teri ore, teri ore) - (2)
 
 Ek heer thi aur tha ek raanjha, kehate hai mere gaanv mein
 Saccha ho dil to sau muskilon ho, jhukata naseeba pau main
 Ho ho aanchal tera rabba falak ban gaya hai
 Aab iska nahi koyi oor koyi chhor
 (Teri ore, teri ore, teri ore haay rabba
 Teri ore, teri ore, teri ore) - (2)
 Dil kho gaya ho gaya kisi ka, abb raasta mil gaya khushi ka
 Aankhon mein hai khaab sa kisi ka, abb raasta mil gaya khushi ka
 Rishta naya rabba, dil chhu raha hai
 Kheenche mujhe koyi dor teri ore
 (Teri ore, teri ore, teri ore haay rabba
 Teri ore, teri ore, teri ore) - (2)

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