When I was a young boy I lived for rock 'n' roll Spent our time playing gigs And traveling on the road And we didn't have much money And the gigs were
roll,,,,,roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, rock and roll. Roll,,,roll....... roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, rock N roll, roll, roll
When I was a young boy I lived for rock 'n' roll We spent our time playing gigs and traveling on the road And we didn't have much money and the gigs were
Перевод: Уинвуд, Стив. Memories Of Ролла Rock N '.
(Winwood/Capaldi) When I was a young boy I lived for rock 'n' roll We spent our time playing gigs and traveling on the road And we didn't have much
Куртки кожаны, джинсы рваные, Парни крепкие, парни бравые Пиво в баночках, жуть компания Все фанаты на группы «Ария» Вот подходит к нам парень с рацией
[Крэк] Я попытался сделать трек. Закрылся в комнате, Ходил из угла в угол, понял, что не в моде я. Во времена Мавроди, во времена Совка Из-под полы играла
of snow Well you came And you stayed No one here To raise a toast Be my guest And i will be your host To a rock'n roll ghost A rock'n roll ghost Well
rock n roll She likes rock n roll You want rock n roll I need rock n roll Everyday And all through the night She digs rock n roll She gives rock n roll
One heart angel One cool devil Your mind on the fantasy Livin on the ecstasy Give it all, give it, Give it what you got Come on give it all a lot Pick
rock n roll dream I could be in a rock n roll dream I could be in a rock n roll dream I could be in a rock n roll dream Circle sharks down and around
One hot angel One cool devil Your mind on the fantasy Livin' on the ecstasy Give it all, give it Give it what you got Come on give it all a lot Pick it
Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution Rock 'n' roll ain't gonna die Rock 'n' roll ain't no pollution Rock 'n' roll is just rock 'n' roll Oh Rock 'n' roll
долго танцевали rock’n’roll, И саксофон хрипел как старый бешеный вол, Был трезвый только тапер… Припев (2 раза). Припев (1 раз). Rock you, baby, rock
Это не рок-н-ролл, это хопчик Твой мозг уже покалечен, Ведь ты ценишь колечки и это сжигает печень Это не рок-н-ролл, это хопчик Твой мозг уже покалечен
The old rocker wore his hair too long, wore his trouser cuffs too tight. unfashionable to the end --- drank his ale too light. deaths head belt buckle
Funk pop a roll beats up my soul Oozing like napalm from the speakers and grill Of your radio Into the mouths of babes And across the backs of its willing
sex, drugs, rock n roll A soul sensation that you can't control And you can see I practice what I preach I'm your rock n roll Jesus Yes I am Been alotta
