make love and dont think twice Too many of us to, to get paid so Why not give blood make love and dont ask why Dont think twice Only bread and roses will
Covered in roses Covered in roses Covered in roses No-one deserves it all Covered in roses Covered in roses What are they looking for? Take me for what
darkened kitchens A thousand mill lofts gray Are touched with all the radiance That a sudden sun discloses For the people hear us singing Bread & roses, bread & roses
love and don't think twice Too many of us to, to get paid so Why not give blood make love and don't ask why Don't think twice Only bread and roses will
Übersetzung: John Denver. Bread And Roses.
Übersetzung: Mr Hudson. Bread \u0026amp; Roses.
make love and don't think twice Too many of us to, to get paid so Why not give blood make love and don't ask why Don't think twice Only bread and roses
that I'ma veteran, Million dollar president Rick Ross, big chips, AK's, flip clips Off set rims on a rear six inch lips Started on the benches, rose through
young ryan You know what it is, uh [Drake:] Look, I'm the property of october I ain't drive here I got chauferred Bring me champagne flutes, Rose an
going home We got so much to give each other And we've only just begun So take me baby, break me lady Gotta rock me when he's gone Break the bread in
your tongue There is no word for home There'll be no one To roll away the stone O Evangeline you have been a prisoner here Bread and roses we shall bring
it clap Half these niggaz ride out, Harlem niggaz keep it real Bronx got a shorty there, that's my little hideout {?}, Rose, Donnie cake, souflee M6,
: theories beer tastes flat propaganda bread's stale pray for a winner church endgame failed the world kicks its doors down info slashes with its claw
relief oh Everything must change Just promise me this, no rose petal glasses Quickly confine him to part of the past Just promise me this, no rose petal
n' nights and the hours When he and his woman worked on the land In the heat and the dry, in the cold and the wet He still picks her a rose and his old
Killah Priest:] Who so loveth the destruction love of knowledge For he that hated reproof this brewage Clueless, foolish, stupid, the truest With two fists, five loaves of bread
