time Staring at the wall Staring at the wall As he looked at that wall so strong and tall You could hear him softly curse Nobody at all ever climbed that wall
time staring at the wall Staring at thewall As he stared at that wall so strong and tall You could hear him softly curse nobody at all Ever climbed that wall
번역: 죠니 캐쉬. 벽.
his time staring at the wall Staring at thewall As he stared at that wall so strong and tall You could hear him softly curse nobody at all Ever climbed that wall
I am a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this wearisome land I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not not made by hand I got
Wall] I got diamonds all in my mouth, in my grill and in my jaws Platinum teeth and princess cuts, my mouth is similar to a disco ball I'm Paul Wall
weak will always take the road that leads to wall of stone There should be made a stone blockade torn from the prison stone And make a wall across all
[N.A.R.D. / Johnny P] So I'll leave here mama I'll be there, ok Cadillac (cadillac) pimpin... pimpin (escalade) Do or Die Ridin through the cold Chi
hot They ain't got the cash that I got, they don't know what my hood 'bout They don't know about trunks that pop on Lambo's that blaze tha chop Countin' cash
Written by Johnny Cash I walked through the big yard, to feel the warm sunshine A ninety-nine year man, stepped over to me He offered a smoke, and said
Old Johnny Cash help me walk the line Old Bobby Marley how your soul does shine Old Woodie Guthrie has a rebel heart Old Bille Holiday sings like a lark
try and every time I win And if I ever have a son I think I'll name him Well I ain't gonna name him Sue I'm gonna call him Johnny Cash
names And each name was branded with pure gold I began to read some of them as I turned the pages Roy Acuff Minnie Pearl Eddy Aronld Johnny Cash Willie
of misfits Self-righteous Spics, yeah we deep and we keep it biscuits Mean cresant moon on the left to rep the darkness Ain't nothing clean on the walls
Another youth dead, before the age of twenty-one Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums Where the shots echo, for twisted metal for cash
