New York skyline Innocence...dragged across a yellow line These are the hands that built America These are the hands that built America Ah ah ah...America Ah ah ah...America
Black flesh in here. Black flesh of my only love -- Tell me, open my eyes. Black flesh come into my own mind, Telling me to sing... And I believe in
a cloud on the New York skyline Innocence drags across a yellow line These are the hands that built America These are the hands that built America Ahh, America Ahh, America
Black flash over my own love tell me of my eyes Black flash come though my own life Telling these things and I believe them and I believe in you White
If you twist and turn away If you tear yourself in two again If I could, you know I would If I could, I would let it go Surrender, dislocate If I could
White flash, under my own love. Tell me of my own. White flash come though my own life. Telling these things. And I weary them. And I believe in you.
Spirit of the rising sun lift me up Hold me there and never let me fall Love me till I die, my heart won't wait Soon I will be loved In this love song
Love don't need to find a way You find your own way I forget that I can't stay And so I say that All roads lead to where you are All roads lead to where
at King Burger and just kept getting bigger Elvis, sang to win Elvis, the battle hymn Elvis, the battle to be slim Elvis ate America before America
Traduction: U2. Les mains qui ont construit l'Amérique (Theme From Gangs Of New York).
Traduction: U2. Mains qui a construit l'Amérique.
Traduction: U2. Les mains qui ont créé l'Amérique.
Traduction: U2. Elvis a mangé l'Amérique.
Traduction: U2. Elvis Presley et l'Amérique.
