are one, we are one'... Celebrate Earth Day, every day, Celebrate Earth Day, every day Celebrate land and sea Celebrate you and me Celebrate Earth Day, every day
번역: 존 덴버. 지구의 날 매일 (축하).
I still love you the same But I fell down every time that you Came, Came, Came Every time that you came
every year summer leaves and my birthday's here And all my friends stand up and cheer And say, "Man you're old Getting old, old, getting old" We celebrate
Happy birthday Happy birthday to you Happy birthday Happy birthday to you Well, it's time to celebrate your birthday, it happens every year We'll eat
day, sad case, Heaven knows I have faith (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) [ VERSE 3 ] New day
you now, my son? From the distant cabins in the sky where no man hears the sound Of death on earth from his own bombs, six pilots were shot down Next day
Ah-ha! Mhm Don't mind if I do Hey, it seems like every day I gotta filled up phone Ladies tryna text me sayin that they home for the Summer and they
Will I plug you to some niggas that'll drop some change in your purse Hoe what I look like I ain't no trick bitch you gone chose big pimpin' first On God's green earth
moon lights in the dark street. Every glance, every dance, every note of a song. It's all a gift undeserved that I shouldn't have known. Every day that I lie, every
than one day in the year Send a message loud and clear There's something about christmas time Something about christmas That makes you wish it was christmas every day
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by I like to celebrate, why? 'Cause I can vision Collages and images of my lies with no regret to hate So every
so they don't fade with the season Let our mercy be the gifts we lay from Brooklyn to Broadway And celebrate each and every day of this New York City
against the imbalance of priorities Practiced by the major powers who, if they wanted to, could help. Every minute of the day millions upon million of
It's not the mastery of earth or wealth or leisure that is your contention But the privilege of taxable servitude you contend against you laymen Behave like fucking children every day
front on Put me in the mix, L P 12-inch S P, the elegant, poetic pestilence I'm carbonated, the Fanti-confederated Highly commemorated, and the most celebrated
da da da da As if a cold and frozen soul is warm to love By loves own hand So goes the prayer if for a day peace on earth And good will to man At twenty
