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Nombre de messages : 134 Age : 45 Localisation : Belgique Emploi : indépendant Loisirs : internet , création de site web, ELVIS Date d'inscription : 07/08/2006
| Sujet: Dont cry daddy/In the ghetto Mar 8 Aoû - 13:10 | |
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Nombre de messages : 109 Age : 43 Localisation : Belgique Emploi : Marketing Loisirs : Sport, internet , Elvis Date d'inscription : 11/08/2006
| Sujet: Don't Cry Daddy Sam 12 Aoû - 22:20 | |
| Don't Cry Daddy (words & music by Scott Davis)
Today I stumbled from my bed With thunder crashing in my head My pillow still wet From last night tears And as I think of giving up A voice inside my coffee-cup Kept crying but And ringing in my ears
Don't cry daddy Daddy, please don't cry Daddy, you've still got me and little Tommy Together we'll find a brand new mommy Daddy, daddy, please laugh again Daddy ride us on your back again Oh, daddy, please don't cry
Why are children always first To feel the pain and hurt the worst It's true, but somehow It just don't seem right 'Cause ev'ry time I cry I know It hurts my little children so I wonder will it be the same tonight
Don't cry daddy Daddy, please don't cry Daddy, you've still got me and little Tommy Together we'll find a brand new mommy Daddy, daddy, please laugh again Daddy ride us on your back again Oh, daddy, please don't cry Oh, daddy, please don't cry | |
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Nombre de messages : 109 Age : 43 Localisation : Belgique Emploi : Marketing Loisirs : Sport, internet , Elvis Date d'inscription : 11/08/2006
| Sujet: In the Ghetto Sam 12 Aoû - 22:21 | |
| In the Ghetto (words & music by Scott Davis)
As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries 'cause if there's one thing that she don't need it's another hungry mouth to feed In the ghetto
People, don't you understand the child needs a helping hand or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day Take a look at you and me, are we too blind to see, do we simply turn our heads and look the other way
Well the world turns and a hungry little boy with a runny nose plays in the street as the cold wind blows In the ghetto
And his hunger burns so he starts to roam the streets at night and he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation a young man breaks away He buys a gun, steals a car, tries to run, but he don't get far And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man face down on the street with a gun in his hand In the ghetto
As her young man dies, on a cold and gray Chicago mornin', another little baby child is born In the ghetto | |
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