the rain When I'm alone in my bed alright I can hear the rain fight the night Oh, ain't it a shame Oh, I mean about the rain Rain, ain't it a shame
Пераклад: Амерыка. Rain Song.
train She took me there time and time again Love was our sweet song's name And when I got to America, I say it blew my mind And when I got to America
frog in south america Whose venom is a cure For all the suffering that mankind Must endure More powerful than morphine And soothing as the rain A frog in south america
the kings payin homage to the things they accomplished in they teens and I never stop throwin them flings Control of the game, I'm right here over the rain
pages O, baby, here she comes My righteous, ringless bride She is the soul of an ailing continent She is Latin America's pride There she runs, through the rain
from walking off a windowsill Or I'll sleep in the rain Don't you remember when I was a bird And you were a map? And now he drags down miles in America
cosmic hypnotic symphony So witness me, dancin in the spot brah, The ghost in the machine It's the phantom of this opera Let's find the truth behind America
So I gotta get lifted! All night yea yea (Hip Hop business lift up America) Keep me lifted (Hip Hop business lift up America) So I gotta get lifted! All
So I gotta get lifted! All night yea, yea (Hip Hop business lift up America) Keep me lifted (Hip Hop business lift up America) So I gotta get lifted!
This song appears on twenty albums, and was first released on the Back Home Again Album, and has also been released on the Changes, John Denver (Italian
federal waiting rooms; and in the paper-cut windstorm outside, the faxed and photocopied faces of a twice lost race age in the black ink blur of a rained
song 'bout the home of the brave And this land here of the free One time, one night in America One time, one night in America One time, one night in America
the rain Simply waiting for it to stop they said, That we should build new umbrellas because we're Stuck in our own rut. I say, blow away the rain clouds
, leave ya weak ass up in a sling In the infirmary, telling war stories like you was king up In my rainforest, yet the God rain the hardest Flame and
small cafe In paris, 1969 He was a singer From Brooklyn, USA I hear it was a special time Love fell like rain From the warm Paris sky The song he sang
