My name is Bobby Sands MP Born in the city of Belfast Divided by religion I grew up fast I was stabbed and I was spat upon My family run out of its home
Übersetzung: Black 47. Bobby Sands Mp.
le meme parfum d'Irlande elles pleurent comme le ciel de Belfast Comme ont pleure les yeux de Bobby Sands Comme ont pleure leurs yeux pour Bobby Sands
Steve Cole, George Cables all up in the rhodes see the Walt and Herbie Hancock drop the heavy load Gene Harris and the Three Sounds for soul jazz listeners Bobby
me an' Bob are not that far today So long as I'm young Bobby's in the basement making his music I search the beaches walk the sand I cut my feet on broken
Straight white teeth, bathed in beauty cream. Priss don't drink and priss don't smoke. Shit don't stink and don't take jokes. Botoxed in bobby socks.
Sand in my shoes, sand from Havana Calling me to that ever so heavenly shore Calling me back to you once more Dreams in the night, dreams of Havana Dreams
[ Bobby ] You empty all my pockets you take away my gold [ Skeeter ] You strip me of my innocence then leave me in the cold [ Bobby ] You rob me of my
flashing lights We do it bigger and better than most Let me put that lotion on your back Laying in St. Tropez sand Then later on let me get that back While you're screaming Bobby
end the sea Your body being found in the neighbor yard artillery A black blind governor, a rich white mayor Man, this whole city ain't got a prayer Bobby
do this very night I'm gonna marry you And it'll be ummmmmmm another man done gone So Marie done some magic and she shook a little sand Made a million
equality give myself the opportunity and set free and be all I can be be all I can be and not a nigga just trapped up in luxury yo bobby digitial
then me an' Bob Are not that far today So long as I'm young Bobby's in the basement Making his music I search the beaches walk the sand I cut my feet
me I said, "Girl, you drank a lot of drink-me But you ain't in a-Wonderland You know I might-a been there to greet you, child When your trippin' ship touches sand
skies reflect The anger in his eyes and it is dawn His father died of drinking And left five children sinking with his mom His older brother Bobby Never
When I was young I used to play On the sand by the bay What I've got now I'd give it all away Just to have some fun Life was all I had a ship And sailed
s a long way from Heaven. Micky boy was busy banging his cell While the admiral was trying to talk his way outta Hell Well Bobby needs a change of seed and sand
