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Traduction: Ferme. Tell The Story.
uncertainty like me scared of leavin? ' How are the poets, the women and the orphans torn? I miss 'em all like, old opportunities gone What of the elders, story tellers
Tell me how this story ends And I?ll keep them fires burning The headlights look like diamonds The taillights burn like coals Tell me how this story
returning Tell me how this story ends And I?ll keep them fires burning The headlights look like diamonds The taillights burn like coals Tell me how this story
beloved homeland.) [Verse one, Apl.De.Ap] Every place got a ghetto this is my version Check it out... Listen closely yo, I got a story to tell A version
and a story I will tell About a brave young Indian you should remember well From the tribe of Pima Indians, a proud and a peaceful band They farmed the
all know the Bible Is made of Testaments old and new You been told it's just those two parts Or only one if you're a Jew But what if I were to tell
the right little laddie, I'll make him glad he answered my ad. He must like musical shows, And he must wear snappy clothes. Yes, that is my story, And
a story I would tell About a brave young Indian you should remember well From the land of the Pima Indian A proud and noble band Who farmed the Phoenix
The stories of the street are mine,the Spanish voices laugh. The Cadillacs go creeping now through the night and the poison gas, and I lean from my
cyanide up Dope as fuck so I would really shoot a group of guys up Deep thought, I'm often lost (Fuck it) put me next to awesome Still can't tell the
returning Tell me, how this story ends? And I'll keep them fires burning The headlights look like diamonds The taillights burn like coals Tell me how this story
story I would tell About a brave young Indian you should remember well From the land of the Pima Indian, a proud and noble band Who farmed the Phoenix
cans And there sure are a lot of them around here How did I get down here? Well it's a long story. I should have stayed down home out on the farm
?t real clear Is that you there? He said yeah, I was 11 Times were tough back in '35 That?s me and uncle Joe just tryin? to survive A cotton farm in