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Bang bang bang Bang bang bang Is it the way that you're movin' The way that you're makin' my heart beat Is it the sound of your voice The way that you
Take my hand, I'll teach you to dance. I'll spin you around, won't let you fall down. Would you let me lead, you can step on my feet. Give it a try, it
ترجمة: جاكسون ، ألان. بابا نويل كومين 'إلى تاون (J. فريد الطير المائي ، غيليسبي هافن).
ترجمة: فيش. مانتيكا الذي كتبه غيليسبي بالدوار وفولر جيل.
ترجمة: سبرينغستين ، بروس. سانتا كلوز قادم إلى المدينة (الطير المائي ، غيليسبي).
: Take my hand, I'll teach you to dance. I'll spin you around, won't let you fall down. Would you let me lead, you can step on my feet. Give it a try
when all the trees that line the street turn brown yellow and red times they are a changin' in all that lies ahead but one thing is for certain in everything
There's an ol' beach I love Down in the South I could spend endless summers In that rented house. The shells on the shore They're speakin' to me So loudly
had you for just a little while. While you had me wonderin' what went wrong. You left me without a real good reason why. And made my life every heartache
Chorus: Jimmie's in the front row sitting on the pole. Crowd's in the stand saying Go Jimmie Go. Take a left Hold the line and hold your breath. 42 cars
When I lost direction, and didn?t know where to go When love was evasive it had no way to grow I asked God for some answers, and kept him close to me
Though I'd take a drive to your house you left me cryin' last night Two cars are parked in the driveway Laughter is coming from inside Is He There with
Verse 1: Like darkness and shadows I walked along on these streets Desperate for feelings, numbness can sue me. Got along, didn't break the sadness
Seems I've got a pretty good life The Good Lord who loves me and a good lovin? wife Three kids I cherish two dogs I adore I?ve got it all within these
Verse 1: When I was a little boy I really wanted to be Singing on stage like Johnny Cash or Elvis Presley. A tennis racket for guitar And a hairbrush
I?ve got my rhymes and my reasons And I?m out for the season And I?ve learned there?s no reasonin? with you I?ve got my six string guitar in the back
