do you say? Some people can be content Playing bingo and paying rent That's peachy for some people For some hum-drum people to be But some people ain
Come on papa, what do you say? Some people can be content Playing bingo and paying rent That's peachy for some people For some hum-drum people to be But some people
번역: 린다 에더. 어떤 사람 {집시에서}.
번역: 집시 음악. 어떤 사람.
, gypsy tail wind They call my home the land of snow Canadian cold front movin' in What a way to ride, oh, what a way to go Then some returned to the
of the funky time Oh yeah my people have committed ugly crimes And in the process of me breaking free I have inherited a painful legacy I have even created some
the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life
got it Ya like it? Yeah Well I got it Some people got it and make it pay Some people can't even give it away This people's got it and this people's
Yo, there's still time As the door close, the cold wind blows Down America like the Wall of Jericho Some will walk the sheet close Many are called but
a bad son of a gun Got a John the conqueroot and got some mojo too We got a black cat born, we're gonna slip it to you Hey, move over people just as
prophets Ah Edna didn't care Tell us we should live just so Oh she did not know Just the other day I heard some people talkin' Edna went out
sounding sea You're high above me now You're wild and free ah, but Someday lady you'll accomp'ny me Someday lady you'll accomp'ny me Some people say
sounding sea You're high above me now, you're wild and free ah but Someday lady you'll accomp'ny me Someday lady you'll accomp'ny me Some people
Hey there gypsy, walk without a sound See those people try to put you down She's got wisdom inside her hand For no good reason ever could be found With
lemon, salt, and no rocks 'Cause when it hits my chest, it gots to be hot Ah, stop, 'Clef can I rock? I'd like to give a shout out to my people on the
Buck 65-Square 1 (Some mumblinga?¦) Pretty soon the hippies of today, will be the squares of tomorrow It was the echoing voices of the old ones Through
spit fire like I just blew a demon My shits so hot I leave your toilet bowl steamin I'm gonna tarot like the cards of the gypsies You'll bleed for so
