Yoke the joker There are too many overnight MC's but one And too many wacked who haven't paid dues You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit And
(daniel dale johnston) In clusters we move through a farm Somewhere far off the thunder roaring And the fortune teller has fixed her sweetly eyes on
My drum, my drum My drum gonna make ya My drum, my drum My drum gonna make ya come My book, my book My book gonna make ya My book, my book My book gonna
Standing up on the outside, Falling down within, Looking righteous as a pharisee, Filled with guilt and sin, Trying to walk with Jesus the strait and
There's a valley in Spain called Jarama It's a place that we all know so well It was there that we gave of our manhood Where so many of our brave comrades
hasten to bid us adieu Even though we lost the battle at Jarama We?ll set this valley free 'fore we?re through All this world is like this valley called Jarama
My drum, my drum, my drum Gonna make ya My drum, my drum, my drum Gonna make ya come My book, my book, my book Gonna make ya My book, my book, my book
Blue clouds twisted into a tunnel somewhere far off the thunder roaring and the fortune teller has fixed her sleepy eyes on my child Sometimes I climb
Traducción: Rice, Damien. Me, My Yoke, E eu.
Traducción: Tito Fernandez. O jugo.
Traducción: Auto-estrada. O jugo do Joker.
Traducción: Woody Guthrie. Jarama Valley.
Traducción: Naughty By Nature. O jugo do Joker.
Traducción: Ray Boltz. Quebrarei o jugo.
Traducción: Sparklehorse. O meu jugo é pesado.
Traducción: Desconhecido. Jarama Valley.
: My drum, my drum, my drum Gonna make ya My drum, my drum, my drum Gonna make ya come My book, my book, my book Gonna make ya My book, my book, my