night And a woman who teaches wrong from right Oh, he's a battered old bird And he's living up there, oh He's a battered old bird And he's living up
That's the way to treat a child who cries out in the night And a woman who teaches wrong from right [Chorus:] He's a Battered Old Bird And he's living
번역: 엘비스 코스텔. 폭행 올드 버드.
hole That's the way to treat a child who cries out in the night And a woman who teaches wrong from right [Chorus:] He's a Battered Old Bird And he's
no Sheen Just my dream, Turn reality Well done they say to me, How flatterin? I'm just makin it work like batteries Abuse and batter me, But never wanna
drugs and rock & roll New tecs and calicos! Word has it we move mathematic on rappers Who don't add up, you get broke, battered and slapped up 8 million
ain't gon' never die We can be shot at, battered and bruised Bloody and left out in the cold But real niggaz never fall, if I'm a hundred years old I
that old man, with his battered hat in his hand. Lord, he sang a song that made me weep. Yes, he made me weep. I read it in a week-old paper. No one
this industry'll play with yo' life man They playin' with yo' rent, food, water and lights man That's why Rakaa brings it like that old totty T Jam The batter
yet Ain't sure what your character contains yet But damn lady, you could be my Valentine Cupid got his infrared on my chest clocked Let the rest flock, they just birds
knew I never knew nothing And it broke this heart of stone It's a lot like comin' home Like a bird out on the harbor That's been battered by the sea
before the pop fame came the pour But this industry'll play with your life man They're playin' with your rent, food, water and lights, man That's why I rock the beat like that old tightie-T Jam The batter
and rock & roll New tecs and calicos! Word has it we move mathematic on rappers Who don't add up, you get broke, battered and slapped up 8 million stories
had a few of those, Same old story-I know how this song goes, At least I did, but now I'm not so sure, Nothing's in its place, nothing's certain anymore, Birds
, I need to eat. Keep feeding my ego, I'ma control freak and I'm only 14 years old. [Chorus] You know the eye to the law, I'm not old enough to have
international hodgepodge. An old roach in the ashtray, a closed sidewalk cafe, A saxophone in pieces, a moth-eaten beret. A little bird told me, I heard
