الأغاني:
The Doors L America

a pint of gold I took a trip down to L'America To trade some beads for a pint of gold L'America, L'America, L'America L'America, L'America, L'America L'America

a pint of gold I took a trip down to L'America To trade some beads for a pint of gold L'America, L'America, L'America L'America, L'America, L'America L'America

a pint of gold I took a trip down to L'America To trade some beads for a pint of gold L'America, L'America, L'America L'America, L'America, L'America L'America

pint of gold I took a trip down to L'America To trade some beads for a pint of gold L'America, L'America, L'America L'America, L'America, L'America L'America

there's a spark of magic in your eye candyland appears each time you smile never thought that fairytales came true but they come true when i'm near you

gently they stir, gently rise The dead are newborn awakening With ravaged limbs and wet souls Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement Who called these

lights are bright And won't you give me your love tonight Hello America, hello America Hello America, hello America Hello America, hello America Hello America, hello America

Nigga we doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A. Nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it Thug Luv nigga what time is it? I don't give a fuck where

is won and what's done is done, an all-good _Son of a Bush_ I've been there before, "got a letter from government" Slid underneath, my front door The