Prevod: Zion Y Lennox. Native.
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Well, it's four o'clock in the mornin' An' I'm knockin' on her door She said she's tired of me Don't want me here no more She said, "Stop your pissin
In a smoky room Could have been a devil's tomb Ninety miles east of L.A. Feeling desperate and cold Barely nineteen years old Searching for the light
Well I'm sitting here this evening I've got some old friends on my mind, yeah I do Yeah, me and Slick and Davy saluting Mr. Daniels For the very first
Stand and rise and before your eyes The lions will appear And when they do they'll be filling you With all the lies you will need to hear Mr. politician
A verdict heard by the jury's word, they're lying I watch as the victims of the slave ships battle with the demons inside But no wrong ever righted or
On a cold night in a hotel in New Orleans Came the final blow And somehow, somewhere we lost sight In our search for that pot of gold And all that happened
Living off the friends we made, never ever getting paid Kicking ass and paying dues, lose our mind in self abuse Loving ladies by the score, waking up
Alright Well, it's Friday night and I'm waiting On your call girl, like I do Am I wasting my time by this telephone line? Waiting on your call to come
Listen up, child, there's one thing I've got to make clear Yeah I do, you don't see it coming, hear it coming Acting like you know nothing About that
Like this I've never seen a woman, baby That looks quite the way you do The way you shake that thing now, honey Can't take my eyes off you The way you
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I forget how it started But everyone knew of the cause Hard out of the sun with a vengeance And all was then lost They crawled into homes And yet all
Alone among the hills and stone Through summer sun and winter snow The eagle he was lord above And Rob was lord below 240 years We lived without hope
The stories of the world are sung In places that were never young I have counted everyone All the clouds will come to you So the sun never shines through
in my sphere Trips into infinite twilights confessing my past Mortal scorn, and I bleed for your soul Scent, delicately scenting wounds Serenity in flames, ail My native
Ya Allah lanjutkanlah usia Kebawah Duli Yang Maha Mulia Adil berdaulat menaungi nusa memimpin rakyat kekal bahagia hidup sentosa negara dan sultan Ilahi
