Our licensing agreement does not allow us to display these lyrics at this time. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Lord. The night is friendly, The stars are winkin', My sleepy-headed baby's eyes are blinkin,' I hold him in my arms and sit here thinking, Lordy
Oh Lordy, Lordy Well, your head hangs below the ground Oh Lordy, Lordy Well, I think that?s where you?re found And so they tell me that you ain't my
Hey, Lady, she got painted eyes Have a way of talking to you Cut your heart out for the prize While the bitch sings hallelujah Lordy, Well I'm made of
Перевод: Cab Calloway. Бог с тобой.
Перевод: Neil Diamond. Бог с тобой.
Перевод: The Distillers. Лорди Лорди.
: Hey, Lady, she got painted eyes Have a way of talking to you Cut your heart out for the prize While the bitch sings hallelujah Lordy, Well I'm made
Oh lordy lordy Well your head hangs below the ground Oh lordy lordy Well i think thats where your found And so they tell me that you aint my friend
Hey, Lady, she got painted eyes Have a way of talking to you Cut your heart out for the prize While the bitch sings hallelujah Lordy, Well I'm made
You wanted power and you begged for fame You wanted everything the easy way You wanted gain without pain Now your bill is in the mail You got stronger
Just for spite Every day, every night You still wonder, you wonder From the ashes I rise by the roll of the dice You'll go under, go under You never
As the night falls on the town That's when I rise as day goes down Through the dusk- To you I creep I watch you while you sleep Chorus 1 Free me from
It took me down (by surprise) I'm on the ground (paralyzed) Trying not to breath Вґcuse I know I'll be found Pray the Lord (my soul to keep) ВґTill I
Lying by the trees All wrapped up in leaves I lay you down to sleep You're so lovely Little hands so white and pale Blue under your nails I wanna show
You start to feel the cold now you believe the tales you being told. He's here he's at your door, The grim reaper's son we can't ignore The age of ruin