too long Chorus: Missing you somewhere down the line Thinking names, are you thinking mine Wearing life out like a race against time Missing you somewhere down the line
Prevod: Lennon. Down The Line.
here too long Chorus: Missing you somewhere down the line Thinking names, are you thinking mine Wearing life out like a race against time Missing you somewhere down the line
in a flight no price line, Used to want to be a Marvel fighting crimes, Till I realized the boy had the nicest rhymes. (Course) Role the windows down
One, two, three, four Oh yea Made in America, nineteen fifty nine Born down by the factories, cross the Jersey City line Raised on radio, just a jukebox
with no shirts, go bezerk From the Shao' borough, whylin' out on the furlow Commando, styles thorough, solo inferno It burns slow, thermonuclear degrees Heads are underseas down
m so glad I can drive Burning down I-95, yeah It's a simple song of freedom And it feels like deja vu Tai Jean knew about it John Lennon sang it too
'd make the beggers keep in line? Learn them all the rules? Who's tell us whitewash windows? When to take down doors? Tell us make a flask of tea and
powerful than a gun, know what im sayin?" "i wus born this way thats why i perform this way" "the rap game is 24hrs but you dont shut down like vegas
I'll be down in the back where those engines roar Gonna make that attack, gonna start once more People stand in line, waitin' for the show But when the lights go down
(R.Sambora & R.Supa) Made in America, nineteen fifty nine, Born down by the factories, cross the Jersey City line. Raised on radio, just a jukebox kid
'm lost Part bad, rabble the raffle, arrest off Dial it down, know where the ghost of the great flood With his styrofoam finger making it rain wounds Take down
'm so glad I can drive Burning down i-95 It's a simple song of freedom And it feels like de ja vu Tai jean knew about it John lennon sang it too It's
R.sambora Made in america Nineten fifteen nine Born down by the factories Cross the jersey city line Raised on radio Just a jukebox kid I was alright
the boulevard, Chris Rock ed the song For the hundredth time, they pressed rewind to the beginning They toast to the rhyme, the juice spilt from John's Lennon
Should you plan to travel way down South Woman to woman, I gotta tell you 'bout A curse that rose out of the deep, green swamp It hollers murder and it
the schools? Who'd make the beggers keep in line? Learn them all the rules? Who's tell us whitewash windows? When to take down doors? Tell us make a
