Down the decades every war 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
like bookends A newspaper blowin' through the grass Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old
the decades 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
Traduction: Simon, Paul. Vieux.
Traduction: Simon, Paul. Old Friends.
(feat. Paul Simon) (Paul Simon) [Originally by Paul Simon] We were married on a rainy day The sky was yellow And the grass was gray We signed the
babygirl Yo, i've heard it before, so save all the cliches, i really can't belieive there's no talent around theses days, jay sean with the same old
And he holds me in his sight I believe he watches over us all Don't tear apart This satin summer night. Lead Vocal, Background Vocal, Acoustic Guitar-Paul Simon
Words & music by Paul Simon Old friends, Old friends Sat on their park bench Like bookends. A newspaper blown though the grass Falls on the round toes
Hello, darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision That
from the mouth? I've been given all I wanted. Only three generations off the boat. I have harvested and I've planted. I am wearing my father's old coat
be back home Home is where I want to be I've been on the road so long my friend that if you came along I know you couldn't disagree its the same old
frayed cuffs and collars were mended by haloes of golden thread. The choir sang, "Once Upon A TIme There Was An Ocean." And all the old hymns and family
Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that
ll just skip the boring parts chapters one, two , three and get to the place where you can read my face and my biography. Here I am, I'm eleven months old
your ass done, it don't matter what it cost We floss that blue, do it for the crew Old school Caddy, or the new slabs too Paul Wall what it do? Who Mike
