[Choir:] Let us all go back To the old time way [Lead:] Everybody praise the Lord Like we used to do Let us all [Choir:] Let us all go back To the
O come all ye faithful Joyful and triumphant O come ye O come ye to Bethlehem Come and behold Him Born the King of Angels O come, let us adore Him O come
Übersetzung: 5ive. Es ist alles vorbei [Chorus:].
: O come all ye faithful Joyful and triumphant O come ye O come ye to Bethlehem Come and behold Him Born the King of Angels O come, let us adore Him
O come all ye faithful Joyful and triumphant O come ye O come ye to Bethlehem Come and behold Him Born the King of Angels O come, let us adore Him O
Aye [x17] Loud Pockets [Chorus:] Bounce Out Pockets On Loud Stuntin So Hard I Bet Your Bitch See Me Now (Hey) When I Slide Through All The Girls Like
over their heads.. For them, life has just begun, but mine is end, ending... All, all, all I could do, all I could do was cry... (cry, cry, cry) All
a pain In my heart All I could do All I could do Was cry All I could do Was cry I was Losing the man That I love And all I could do Was cry And now
I'll be okay But I'm not gonna cry, not one single drop 'Cause once I get started out, I may never stop It's gonna take an act of God and all I've got
I cried for you Now you're never coming back for me no more, oh baby I know, I know, I know, I know that I was wrong So you left me all alone, don't
the rice, the rice has been thrown over there head there life together has just begun But mine is ending now ohhh, oh, all i could do was cry All i
Todo Hombre Llorando Por Ti (Baila Girla) Baila girliga que te ves bien Bien que te bien que bien que te ves Si ella participa y concurso a rapidez Puede
can't forget all the tears I can't forget all the tears I can't forget all the tears I can't forget all the tears I can't forget all the tears
I can?t eat I can?t sleep All I can do is cry All I can do is cry I can?t eat I can?t sleep All I can do is cry All I can do is cry
But when they all along they just cryin in the shower Your bills done got behind gotcha scared to check ya mail box Seem like err body askin for all
The salt from my eyes burn As does the acid of my tongue Might a tempest relive me of sound and sight Might I unearth the hatchet and put it to proper
