are going to be my assistants for this song. Now. You know the part here. Just stand right there. I'll join you momentarily. Okay? The name of this song
, bitch-made Punk-ass trick in a basket You got caught up in the mix... It's the nigga ya love to hate with a new song So what really goes on Nothing
stick to your ribs like soul food Rap for wheelchairs, rap for canes Ace bandages and niggas wit sprain, stay limpin in pain I rap for math, english,
Boogie Down Productions will always get paid We'll take the wackest song and make it better Remember to let us into your skin 'Cause then you'll begin
somehow stick to your ribs like soul food Rap for wheelchairs, rap for canes Ace bandages and niggas wit sprain, stay limpin in pain I rap for math, english
Mark, bitch-made, punk-ass trick in a basket You got caught up in the mix It's the nigga ya love to hate with a new song So what really goes on Nothin
One type of song that has come into increasing prominence in recent months is the folk-song of protest. you have to admire people who sing these songs
sick with my loneliness, Crying, I want to fly like a bird, To where my lovely one is now. (anonymous / traditional ukrainian folk song)
viereltA¤mme, vaikenevat tuhannet edessA¤ murhaajan. Kirveenkuva rinnalla karhun lailla taistellen, Ukon voima sydA¤messA¤ vielA¤ kaatuu viimeinen. [RAUNIOILLA] [loppunaytos] [English
sabes que la historia se repite! Ya sabes que la historia se repite! [English translation:] I'll sing you a little folk song of history Dinosaurs
Boogie down productions will always get paid We?ll take the wackiest song and make it better Remember to let us into your skin 'Cause then you?ll begin
the little blue bell in the bottom of the dell Starts to ring, "Ting, ting" When the little blue clock in the middle of his work Sings a song to the
Yeah, you could do much better Than some skinny half-arsed English country singer 'Cause we write love songs in C, we do politics in G We sing songs
Basket of Eggs Penguin Book of English Folk Songs (Lloyd and Williams) Down in Sandbank fields, two sailors they were
The daylight now will soon appear And into my cold grave I'm going And it's you, Willie, who called me here" printed in Penguin Book of English Folk Songs
do come home tonight Oh, I'll drive my sheep out of the wilderness And I will come home tonight printed in Penguin Book of English Folk songs by Williams
you hear how the trumpets sound? For the want of a long-boat in the ocean we were lost And most of our merry men drowned. From Penguin Book of English Folk Songs
