Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER All girls thinkin' the same "I'm gonna turn him around Be the one to change his ways He won't resist my
Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER When I'm coming out to play When I'm walking down the street When I'm moving to the beat I give nothing
Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER Stone, the world is stone It's no trick of the light It's hard on the soul Stone, the world is stone Cold
Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER l'm born and bred in pollution's grip First three weeks fed by a CO drip Ain't no breast Passed the test
Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER I never planned my daily round I've never loved the common task I don't rebel, I don't accept I've often
Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER Ziggy, I call him Ziggy I'm so hot for him He's not at all like all the rest But he's held out and he's
Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER The tower grows into the night The power pumps fortissimo There are no pressures at this height The world
Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER l've only got one life So why give it away? Why let someone else Think what I think Say what I say? Tell
Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER You'd think we'd got no cause To kick against the pricks To mess with politics To tear this sucker down
Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER No-one can have more than their due I wanted life, I wanted you Only the very best A reasonable request
Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER l've a message for the world And my ever-loyal fans For I don't know what Stories you've read I'm killing
Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER We sleep together, close and warm We calm each other through the storm We set up home, but in a while We
Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER I've been on course since seventeen It's who you know and where you've been Until it's you they want to
We kick the bucket and they drink us dry Non essential work down on supply We till the soil and work the fields Another twenty years My fingers bleed
Abused capitalism Don't know nationalism Money is his only desire To greed he is a secret admirer When I was alive There were so many reasons for him
Fordítás: C Bo. Iparmágnás.
Fordítás: Hatalmas. Iparmágnás.
: We kick the bucket and they drink us dry Non essential work down on supply We till the soil and work the fields Another twenty years My fingers bleed