Come on let's go down Everybody's waiting for us down at the ghost town Bill Bailey said he'd be around If Mrs. G. Robinson would just put that bad Havana
down the shades and we turn out the lights There's a ghost in the jukebox And it don't come out 'til everybody goes home There's a ghost in the jukebox
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번역: 데이비드 리 머피. Juke 상자에서 고스트.
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: Come on lets go down Everybodys waiting for us Down at the ghost town Bill Bailey said hed be around If Mrs. G. Robinson would just put That bad Havana
Come on lets go down Everybodys waiting for us Down at the ghost town Bill Bailey said hed be around If Mrs. G. Robinson would just put That bad Havana
real niggas Some real niggas, you'll never see what I've seen When I sleep, I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost,
Soap box preacher standing on the corner And all the people they would gather round You speak of faith with a blaze of glory But those that fear they
ve stolen all the magic Took my melody Little By Little Turned so nasty now The dark's there The pillar of my soul The last one out of the box The one
dark's living down in my heart And if I wanted to die before I got old I should've started some years ago digging that hole Well, I'll carry this box
they ass a big blast, instead of turnin' The other cheek, I get dead up in this bitch ass 'Cause yo, this shit is real life I'd rather be piped up in a box
in madrid And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was screaming at all the yids At the sick bed of cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts
with the big dogs, don't fuck with the big dogs Don't fuck with the big dogs, don't fuck with the big dogs Johnny blaze the ghost rider, ghost stories