Tradução: Porter, Billy. Todo lo que hago.
: (Instrumental)
: Watch the sky For a reason why I'm safe here Sunday it was part Monday it was none Monday was none For the dead next door One pair of silent terror
We would welcome back today They would really light the way So call up Jimi Let's have Stevie Look for Miles to take the floor Call for Billie Yell for
grace au crew sinon a qui 92 i, du son pour mes gens, du plomb dans les jambes, negro, du chrome sur les jantes, j'brille. J'ai rien vu, rien entendu, les portes
: from "Any Port In A Storm (Special Edition)" (2010) Well this is how it starts Two lovers in the dark On the run, from the one That they called Sheriff
Where I thought of you now in your castle and crown So I found me a whore with a face just like yours After several gallons of porter When I awoke,
: I'm from the 80's, Home of the heroine, Error of the hustlers, uh The world is my custy New rich porter The way I flip quarters Front on all these
like a girl Secondary clothes Don't worry, nobody knows Somebody order my round 'Cause I'm getting by With a twelve pack from 12th Porter with Billy
: Hey..Hey...Hey...Uh...Hey...Hey...Hey [Billy Bats] Laissez tomber les mecs le sud reste reste le best, Les putes testent mais restent a terre,je
jme tele porte par derriere fonky et tous mes pote sans back stage franchit toute le porte devant ceux qui m?ont ferme le porte je frime je le riz au
Helas, quelqu'un manque a l'appel {Mais ou est Billie? on ne sait pas. Qu'aucune hypothese ne s'ecarte Mais ou est Billie? on ne sait pas. Au Lipopette
dell'orario Corvo ingordo abituato alla camelie al profumo dei cassetti, al riflesso degli specchi stringe in mezzo al becco la cornetta che lei stacca mentre Billie
There's a screened-in porch in the front but not the back The back's just got a door and a crepe myrtle bush And a little ole dried up garden and some
I?m on a haystack kickin? back three bails high A flatbed stage and a full moon light Party on the farm all night long With the moonshine flowin' till
Sing our songs of freedom And we sing our songs of peace We sing about sweet harmony For to make the fighting cease Let's sing one song for the folks
A cakewalk down the gangplank full of greenbacks and Annapolis shoes From Jersey and Memphis, the home of the brave, and the home of the blues With voices
