Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the world famous Karaoke night at the Ruffryder lounge Tonight we're gonna try something a little different This is
Bells high on a hill, history chimes And you want a new beginning Tell me, in Biro or quill, your purpose and mine Prove that our world is spinning So
Wake up you never looked so glum, Tell me how will we know they can't hear us coming? It's easy for me I've got a head-start running away. Keep up for
Wake up! You never look so glum Tell me how do we know they can't hear us coming? It's easy for me, I got a head start running away Keep up! Or your disease
You don't know who you are Look back into your past, brother Look back into your past, sister You don't know who you are Look back into your past, sister
Kweli say, "Everybody act according to the season that they born in" Some are the night, some are the morning, some at noon Some in winter, some in June
Get high, get low Thick girls go an' shake ya big butt You in the club wit some worldwide thugs An' wherever you see us, we gon' kick it, it's all love
Penso che per vivere Ci vuole verita, E non e per niente facile In questa societa, Dove tutto e un limite Che soffoca la nostra liberta Ma che senso ha
Doug E Fresh: (talking) Someone say who that cat runnin' through that ask how he do that easy. (beat boxing) who that cat runnin' throught that ask
Yo pienso que no son tan inutiles las noches que te di. Te marchas ?y que? yo no intento discutirtelo, lo sabes y lo se. Al menos quedate solo esta noche
Yo era el portero del edificio 32 Tu eras la burguesa, la princesa del pent-house Asi lo quiso Dios Te saludaba con mi cara de asustado Mientras le pedia
Stephen:I have to redo the vocals for Medieval Bush. Friends: Why? Stephen: Cause I said 1570's muff instead of 1470's muff and the medieval period
All these names I can't complain Thoughts of you were everything All the fun is over now The smiles off my face The words are scratched it's hard to read
Look what you get for following leaders, who lead from the rear - where are they now? What did we learn in history lessons? How to sit quiet at the back
V. reid In africa, music is not an art form as much as it is a means of communication. A negro has got no name Quite often, the words of the song are
Oh, an artery is not a vein No history can tell, my skeleton won't tell Why some like moths draw to a surgeon's drill And blood shot hits to marrow The
Come the day You see the sun Hit the arch A history song If you don't know it now Then you will do If you don't know it now Then you will do Shiver '
Got these calluses from all those nights Spent playing a telecaster, till my fingers bled bud light I got this scar in a beer bar brawl Outside of Tuscaloosa