به قول خودش، کلمات دلار نیستن که بتونی پسش بگیری. وگرنه شاید میتونستم به جای اینکه حرف یکی دیگه رو بذارم، حرف های خودمو بزنم.
Oh the air in here is getting thick From all the dirty ciga'-rhetoric Oh I can feel my inside turning black Oh and if words were dollars I'd want mine back
Ooh, everybody gather round They better head for the higher ground Ooh, everybody gather round We're gonna burn this building down
You know for every Tombstone Road they pave They're gonna throw a tickertape parade And every thousand years that trickle by
They'll find another prophet to crucify
(هر هزار سال که میگذره اونها یه پیامبر جدید پیدا میکنن که به صلیب بکشن)
Ooh, everybody gather round They better head for higher ground Ooh, everybody gather round We're gonna burn this village down
And when they're warm and cozy in their beds We're gonna paint ourselves in black and red We're gonna batter down the gilded doors And put the writing on the walls And the ceilings and the floors Anywhere we fancy the truth belongs
Ooh, everybody gather round They better head for higher ground Ooh, everybody gather round I'm gonna burn this building down Ooh, everybody gather round They better head for higher ground Ooh, take a torch and pass it 'round We're gonna burn this city down
ارسال نظر آزاد است، اما اگر قبلا در بیانثبت نام کرده اید می توانید ابتدا وارد شوید.
شیفر جیمز فور لایف.
به قول خودش، کلمات دلار نیستن که بتونی پسش بگیری. وگرنه شاید میتونستم به جای اینکه حرف یکی دیگه رو بذارم، حرف های خودمو بزنم.
Oh the air in here is getting thick
From all the dirty ciga'-rhetoric
Oh I can feel my inside turning black
Oh and if words were dollars I'd want mine back
Ooh, everybody gather round
They better head for the higher ground
Ooh, everybody gather round
We're gonna burn this building down
You know for every Tombstone Road they pave
They're gonna throw a tickertape parade
And every thousand years that trickle by
They'll find another prophet to crucify
(هر هزار سال که میگذره اونها یه پیامبر جدید پیدا میکنن که به صلیب بکشن)
Ooh, everybody gather round
They better head for higher ground
Ooh, everybody gather round
We're gonna burn this village down
And when they're warm and cozy in their beds
We're gonna paint ourselves in black and red
We're gonna batter down the gilded doors
And put the writing on the walls
And the ceilings and the floors
Anywhere we fancy the truth belongs
Ooh, everybody gather round
They better head for higher ground
Ooh, everybody gather round
I'm gonna burn this building down
Ooh, everybody gather round
They better head for higher ground
Ooh, take a torch and pass it 'round
We're gonna burn this city down