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Bob Corn

I just cut my hair, I got new shoes, I got my time I sing the blues. I got no pokets, But I got a muse And I got a bag for what I use. It's going to

Traducere: U2. Dragostea Rescue Me - (cu coarne Memphis si Bob Dylan).

: The stone that the builder refuse Will always be the head cornerstone-a; sing it brother The stone that the builder refuse Will always be the head

used to sit In the government yard in Trenchtown And then Georgie would make the fire light Log wood burnin' through the night Then we would cook corn

, let them wear it! Throw me corn, me no call no fowl; A-saying: "cook-cook-cook, cluk-cluk-cluk." ... : "cook-cook-cook, cluk-cluk-cluk." Throw me corn

shoot Mac take ya "Juice" like Bishop on the roof I had ya pissin' in ya trunk like a roof Bullets hit ya chest like a blunt rolled loose I'm that corn

workin What's that? Pre-paid, from J&J And your voice mail is off, cause I called you So you're extravagant, think you all that There's some corn flakes

can you help me? a nigga need a job i?m desperate, for some corn on the cob i?m helpless, will i have to steal and rob? no black? dinner so i got to ask bob bob

are gonna bless you Always some commotion at the corner store That the corner cops chose to ignore Everybody write tune to a different song When they pass by I bob