we're lucky We're coming back I would never decide I would never decide Mother Mary over, over Mother Mary over, over Mother Mary over, over Mother Mary
Übersetzung: Far. Mutter Maria.
Me P Diddy: People Dying People Crying Lord help us Bono: Mother, mother There's too many of you crying Gwen Stefani: Oh, brother, brother, brother There's far
Little Italy. Joey, Joey, King of the streets, child of clay. Joey, Joey, What made them want to come and blow you away? Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary
Lord help us Bono (U2): Mother, mother, There's too many of you crying Gwen Stefani (No Doubt): Oh, brother, brother, brother There's far too many of
P. Diddy: People Dying People Crying Lord help us Bono: Mother, mother There's too many of you crying Gwen Stefani: Oh, brother, brother, brother There's far
Don't tell me you wanted me Don't tell me you thought of me I won't, I swear I won't (Did) I'll try, I swear I'll try (Lie) Mother Mary quite contrary
one melodious voice they sweetly did rejoice And sang the wonderous story, Sang, praising God on high, enthroned above the sky, And his fair mother Mary
: He was always such a nice boy The quiet one with good intentions He was down with his brother, respectful to his mother A good boy But good don't get
get upset 'cause I just want to be treated the way you are Like a star not a worry in this world thus far But wait a minute we both need ya mother's
P. Diddy] People Dying People Crying Lord help us [Bono] Mother, mother There's too many of you crying [Gwen Stefani] Oh, brother, brother, brother There's far
Crying (Uh-huh) Lord help us (C'mon) [Bono] Mother, mother There's too many of you crying [Gwen Stefani] Oh, brother, brother, brother There's far too
darkest hour he's gone far away She's all alone And when the lights go out it's the hardest time The hardest time to be alone She sends her Mary off
Wayne, I feel like I'm Bruce Brana, I'm ripping clothes off, car so big when I whip that shit, don't stand to close when I hit them curves, mother fucka
is funny, how it's spent on gettin it It's sittin wit descendants of Abraham Who say the jam is "Money, Cash, Hoes" I went from bashful to asshole to international Lover-self, word to the mother
