The walls have ears, ears That hear each little sound you make Every time you stamp through a lamp And every cup and dish you break But they can't hear
to your parties Uninvited Don't you talk Dip your pens in poisoned ink Like a straw in milk and vinegar Don't you talk I think the walls have ears tonight
Перевод: Пресли, Элвис. У стен есть уши.
Перевод: Гниды. Стены имеют уши.
Перевод: Неизвестно. Стены имеют уши.
good at marriage And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I don't think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo Cuz
from our end table Your blood was strewn across the walls They'll find you on your bathroom floor when I'm done But should I write it all off? You should have
past a grey wall) see past the stereotype Belief, structure built up in you. I'll tear you down and the one who created you If they didn't have One how
At last! you enter the Electric Castle! Here in this vast hall where even shadows fear the light - here you must confront your past. If you have killed
to fight me (uhh) Whole time you fucked with me you didn't like me Oh where you hear that? Pssh, niggaz talk Plus you know how shit flow in New York Walls have ears
we met Remember in the times when we used to have it all but then came the fall feeling like we hit a brick wall Now You can keep it the lies in my ears
Someone acting like an ass like a metaphor Now I'm headed for the highways Selling me by's sideways [CHORUS] [Verse 3] I spit mo' shit off into they ears
she go Wheres my baby, I dont know 32 footsteps, counted them myself, 32 footsteps 32 lies my ears never saw when the floorboards gave way 32 walls
, I can't believe that you are that naive You were my eyes You were my ears You were my conscience all these years No more My vision has never been so clear Looks like i have
is smoke, if we ever duel out This jam is directed, to all of those who expected For me to cold be rejected but now I'm highly respected And now their ears
live in this terrible town Where the price for our eyes shall squeeze them tight like a fist And the walls shall have eyes and the doors shall have ears
' wife reminisce Having visions of her long gone prince Memory drips, rain drops tip Towin' emptiness Intermixed with tears Like fears left unfixed Walls
doctor won't be long So make yourself at home His office is down the hall Why do I feel uneasy? I know he must be good Got credentials all over the wall
