Traducere: Ombladon. Lectii Particulare.
I remember piano lessons The hours in freezing rooms Cruel ears and tiny hands Destroying timeless tunes She said there's too much out there Too much
VERSE; My life isn't what I thought But I can't change What was given to me Oh, yes I didn't think It was my best But life gives us a test OF LESSONS
Kingsley Mole sat high on a windy knoll, his eyes consuming the silent midnight woods. He nuzzled his long molish snout deep inside the heart of a marigold
Mmm I listen and still I haven't heard Tell me what is the word And if I ever heard it Would it be clear as water? Oh tears run down your face Reflects
Stephen:I have to redo the vocals for Medieval Bush. Friends: Why? Stephen: Cause I said 1570's muff instead of 1470's muff and the medieval period
V. reid In africa, music is not an art form as much as it is a means of communication. A negro has got no name Quite often, the words of the song are
Who's in a bad mood, who's in a taxi? Turning the clock back, avoiding a fight with this man he is meeting Stands in the lobby, counting his questions
I'm not proud, I was wrong and the truth is hard to take I felt sure we had enough but our love went overboard Lifeboat lies lost at sea I've been trying
If you?re reading this, my momma's sitting there Looks like I only got a one-way ticket over here I sure wish I could give you one more kiss And war was
I wanna go wallking with you If you'd agree I wanna do some talking with you Where no one can see I wanna go dancing darling If you agree I think I'll
Man, you so crucial baby and that champagne so fuchsia baby I do things that you ain?t used to baby And take you back home to St. Lucia baby My raindrops
Walking home from work Stop at the supermarket, condemement aisle A jar of pickles catches the eye Make eye contact with a solitary pickle Bought the
I'm just waiting for The man to come with all my things And I'm just waiting for Another man to take it all And it's not hard to tell That I learnt my
A?lectre, rA©ponds, que signifie ce costume? J'ai mis ma plus belle robe. N'est-ce pas un jour de fA?te? SacrilA?ge! SacrilA?ge! Est-ce un sacrilA?
Another drag from cigarettes Smoked down to the filter I know I have to face the change And now I'm in that game These are lessons I can't learn I should
When i go Follow my brother He's got the blood of father and mother And he has a spirit that's even mightier And if i hunger, See that i do Bring me
What are you asking me for? It's not my *** history What do you hope to find here? There's nothing left as you can see With the beatings held again We