talking before I knew it and as he grew He said, "I?m gonna be like you, Dad You know I?m gonna be like you" And the cats in the cradle and the silver
knew it and as he grew He said I'm going to be like you, Dad You know I'm going to be like you And the cat's in the cradle, and the silver spoon Little
knew it, and as he grew, He'd say, "I'm gonna be like you, dad. You know I'm gonna be like you." And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon, Little
' 'fore I knew it And as he grew he said I'm gonna be like you, dad You know I'm gonna be like you And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon Little
knew it. And as he grew he said, "I'm gonna be like you, Dad. You know I'm gonna be like you." Chorus : And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Übersetzung: Stevens, Cat. Cats And The Cradle.
Übersetzung: Jim Croce. Cats In The Cradle.
Übersetzung: Guns 'N' Roses. Cats In The Cradle \u0026amp; The Silver Spoon.
it. And as he grew he said, "I'm gonna be like you, Dad. You know I'm gonna be like you." Chorus : And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
free to stare Rockabye baby In the treetop When the wind blows The cradle will rock When the bough breaks The cradle will fall Down will come baby Cradle
And I don't see an easy way to get out of this Her diary, it sits by the bedside table The curtains are closed, the cats in the cradle Who would've thought
where them matches at, come on! [Ghostface Killah] Cocaine trafficking, your boy's back again Moving bricks like I got a degree in scaffolding Fucking with some cats
alley cats Cradle them in both our laps When we lie alone Wear each others heads like hats Speak in tongues like alley cats Cradle them in both our laps
rise And when I get to New Orleans someone's gonna treat me right Said in a town like New Orleans someone gonna treat me right All the cats in the cradle
here today for fam that passed away Bodies' deep six nigga flesh decayed Real cats, who had techs to spray Babies to raise, missed them cradles n went
around me And i don't see an easy way to get out of this Her diary it sits on the bedside table The curtains are closed, the cats in the cradle Who would
weapons when there some murder beef He's unheard of sort of, VA Cats, them dirty streets Chorus: Unheard of VA Cats, we bring it well done Do them dolo