Lyrics:
Woman of a thousand years
How are your sons of a time ago?
Do they still admire your silvered ways?
As you go down
To the sea and the gold sand
and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress
His glory by
Born that man no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth
Born to give them second birth
Hark, the herald angels sing
Glory
I Fucking hate lyrics
I hate 'em so much
They don't let me tell
What I really feel in my heart
Not able to write
Write stupid words
'Cause everything
gay, oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibodeaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress
course I'm under par
Metro-Goldwyn wants me to star
I've got a house and a show place
But can't get no place with you
You're so supreme
The lyrics I
Lyrics by Jean-Luc Jirou-Najou
Ses bottes happées par la flaque de kérosène
Son estomac visqueux qui vidange ses bahlsen
Fumet du carburant qui
did
Doing this shit
Into the wild like that young kid
Nobody knew I would do this
Thats probably why i go by lyric and not louis
I hada prove em wrong
Oh, she knows
She takes his hand
And prays the child will understand
At the door, they watch the men go by
In the clothes that daddy wore
Line of limousines leaving one by one
The prayers been prayed the hands been sung
Black mascara has already run
But the tears keep flowing
You
the tree I fell
Nine magic songs I got
From the famous son of
Boltorn, Besdas Father
And a drink I got
Of precious mead
Poured by Odrere
Then I became
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We all got to help each other if we're gonna get by
We all got to help each other if we're gonna get by
See the child out on the street
Ragged
Intro
The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by
KRS One.
Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
Widdy bye bye bye bye
Dad can you spare $50
surprise a musician down on his luck
I could use a hand to pay the rent
"son you could
Have been someone
A doctor,
arrastre al suelo otra vez.
Vivo, en uno y mil planetas
Sé que éste viaje no acabará
No regresaré jamás
¡No me voy!
Lyrics by: Héctor Ced
All music by
Atlanta, Georgia
By name of Martin Luther King
He shook the land like the rolling thunder
And made the bells of freedom ring
With a dream of beauty that
Connection, Pennsy a part of me, South Philly through my arteries
Thought the dark one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal just a knuckle that sucker punched
Atlanta, Georgia
By name of Martin Luther King
He shook the land like the rolling thunder
And made the bells of freedom ring
With a dream of beauty that
pain
Can't wait until my son shine and together we reign
My queen's by my side like Manhattan
Fuck rapping, this is poetic conviction
My rendition is
Lyrics & Music: Paul Kantner
Lyrics: Grace Slick
He's stronger by talk than by sight
But by sight he'll know you
You buy him a ride he'll know you
Carols sing to the King
Jesus Christ our Saviour
Tidings bring! Hail the King!
Shepherds did adore Him
From afar, by the star
Wise men sought
so supreme
Lyrics I write of you, I dream
Dream day and night of you
And I scheme just for the sight of you
Baby, what good does it do?
original lyrics by Newton Mendonça, 1962
English lyrics by Jon Hendricks and Jessie Cavanaugh
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