John Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight He said, "'Fore the sheriff comes I wanna tell you, listen boy" Said, "Learn to ball a jack, learn to lay
She cracked a smile broad as the horizon And all her receptors were firing, oh Swinging her hips just like ringing a bell Swing a hammer in on a shell
Running blind and out of breath But in the wrong direction I don't recall or recognize My own reflection Locked myself in a cell I can't breach My key
Ich wurde gebor'n grad mitten im Krieg im Sommer '42; die Erde war rot die Sonne war tot im Sommer '42. Und es stand nicht gut um diese Welt was wird
(He) pounded my head with a rubber hammer Now I'm shorter by over half a meter I don't look down on anyone anymore I don't spit on anybody's head (He)
Let the killer go, don't let his mother know Don't go out tonight, don't even try to fight 'Cos I can see, I've got the thing you need And I'm here to
Clearing webs from the hovel A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel I've been diggin' too deep, I always do I see my face on the surface, I look a
Lace-up boots and faded jeans A homemade sandwich, and half a jug of tea Average Joe, average pay Same ol' end and same ol' day But there's nothing wrong
The love cry of the traveling man goes No one knows who I am But I'm as priceless as a brass ring That's losing the heat from your hand A quiet man sits
[magic - talking] I dare one of you say something bout me Speaking on the wrong niggas ya heard me (come on} Don't be mad These niggas hear gonna stay
(letra:Salazar /musica:Loaiza ) las ganas me hacen mas +, de poder + como claro estimulo de un Dios a un discipulo / lo digo sobre tu sabes quien bien
Under the hammer, under the hammer again Under the hammer, under the hammer again I gotta be strong, gotta be strong yeah I gotta hold on, hold on to
I wish I had a dollar For each time I took a chance On all those two-bit Romeos Who count a thin romance Somehow always thinking Of the last time I fell
20 hours deep Oh, it was enough time to see That everything has changed for me So much for birthday wishes I've been too busy with bad memories you made
I've got too many pockets on my shirt Too many choices and it's only getting worse Too many things that I could do today Too many stops along the way
You take a hammer, you get some nails, you build a home Find a woman put that woman in that little home But without love, true, true love in that home
ok ich kam zu der Beziehung genau wie die Zahl zur Ziehung, der Lottozahlen oder wie Stars zu Bravo-Otto-Wahlen, bei der Mißwahl meines Lebens ist
We call for all of those in need of hope We call for all those to say this is the day So tell me how can You shake hands with a clenched fist And tell