sound of The King Blues The conscious rude boy ska from London town So get up off your seat for the baddest sound around. Hey.? The job centre is handing
breath and speak to me speak to me it's a dry leaf that shivers on the branch what matter if the wind cast it down with a ruthless hand 'cause we remember
This fear is only the beginning All for the loving hand Yes I smile and I agree It is a good night to shiver A good tounge might make it right All Ive
and speak to me Speak to me It's a dry leaf that shivers on the branch What matter if the wind cast it down With a ruthless hand? 'Cause we remember
too many hands Fade away with time They're losing themselves in the past Well I offer my voice Hear me if you can Too many hands Too many hands
know ya Let me know, what you want me to do With these hands, I can move mountains And with these hands, oh Lord, I can work miracles And with these hands
face again Would the rain Could Your hands, Your broken hands Pull Your coat around Your shoulder? Steel yourself against the weather of the day Could Your hands
comfort and can't you see Well, I can't give it I never could So let me breathe And please don't dye your hair Raise your hands and say you're free
Before we can tear it apart Of guilt red hands That hang beside me This blue river Will not wash away Of guilt red hands That hang beside me This blue
Traduction: Blue. Les mains qui ont créé l'Amérique.
Traduction: Blue Rodeo. Trop de mains.
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Traduction: Cut Off Your Hands. Blue On Blue.
Traduction: Deacon Blue et Ricky Ross. Jesus Do Your Hands Still Feel The Rain.
Traduction: Deep Blue Something. Raise Your Hands.
Traduction: Woven Hand. Fièvre seau bleu.