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Some Nights Mothers
03:46
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Somenights mothers sit alone and cry,
Till fathers go back home.
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My Baby Got Balls
03:08
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If you get in trouble with my pretty baby,
Dont even look at me to fix it easy!
You should have known before gettin on
She’s got balls, my baby.
Son of a bitch! She more than a witch;
puts no spell and do not speak.
Your mum should have tell some girls kick.
Kick kick kick! Thats my baby!
My baby got balls!
Hey poor little bastard let me tell you
when she'll get bored kick kick kick kickin you,
you should have known before gettin on
she's the sweetest thing I ever knew.
Ask to the devil soon you re right in hell,
ask to god both they can tell
they put the sweeteest heart in the roughest kick.
That's, Oh lord! That's my baby!
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Aisholpan
02:54
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The cold that freezes her legs,
that you nor I could stand,
warms up the fire in her heart.
She is the eagle pricess of Kazakhs.
As soon as she rides her horse
across the white desert of Mongolia,
you can see her soul flying so high
and silent, like her sister of the sky.
Its eyes are hers
at the magnificent mountains.
Her spirit rises uo as the icy wind
that passes gently through the eagle wings.
The fox runs, but has no choice
once is pray to the raptor.
It skin will dress thr royalty,
its meat will feast the huntress.
There goes the brave Aisholpan,
the eagle princess of Kazakhs
riding her horse like Diana
galloping over the prejudice of men.
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Black girl, black girl, don't lie to me
tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun don't ever shine
I will shiver the whole night through
Black girl, black girl, where did you go?
I'm going where the cold wind blows.
In the pines, in the pines
where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through.
Her husband, was a hard working man
killed a mile and a half from here.
His head was found in a driving wheel
but his body never was found
Poor girl, don't cry for your man
The Death takes good care of him.
In the pines, in the pines
where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
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5. |
Poor Lonesome Daddy
02:22
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Poor lonesome daddy, got an old stinky fish
poor lonesome daddy, got ten children to feed,
poor lonesome daddy, got an old stinky fish, poor lonesome daddy!
Got no job daddy, and mother is gone,
got no job and his two dogs moans.
Got no job, daddy, and mother is gone, poor lonesome daddy!
Poor lonesome daddy, got an old stinky fish,
poor lonesome daddy, got ten children sick.
Poor lonesome daddy, got an old stinky fish, poor lonesome daddy!
One stinky morning in the river he drowned
poor lonesome daddy, all dogs and sons.
One stinky morning in the river he drowned, poor lonesome daddy!
Poor lonesome daddy! Poor lonesome daddy!
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Midnight Train
01:02
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I'm on a midnight, I'm on a midnight
I'm on a midnight train, is rolling down the hill, It's rolling down the hill.
I'm on a midnight, I'm on a midnight
I'm on a midnight train, is rolling down the hill, It's rolling down the hill.
I'm rolling down the hill, I'm rolling down the hill.
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Ana Me Besó
02:56
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Ana me besó, Ana me besó (x2)
Ana me besó, Ana me besó (x2)
mordió mi boquita y me enamoró
me dolió un poquito más el corazón.
Cuando me besó, cuando me besó (x2)
había tomado vino de cartón
había tomado vino de cartón
estaba borracha y ya me olvidó.
Cumbia nena!
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Berlin, dein Gesicht hat Sommersprossen,
Und dein Mund ist viel zu groß,
Dein Silberblick ist unverdrossen,
Doch nie sagst du:Was mach' ich bloß?
Berlin, du bist viel zu flach geraten
Für die Schönheitskonkurrenz.
Doch wer liebt schon nach Metermaßen,
Wenn du dich zu ihm bekennst?
Berlin, du bist die Frau mit der Schürze,
An der wir unser Leben lang zieh'n.
Berlin, du gibst dem Taufschein die Würze,
Und hast uns deinNa undals Rettungsring verlieh'n.
Berlin, deine Stirn hat Dackelfalten,
Doch was wärst du ohne sie?
Wer hat dich bloß so jung gehalten,
Denn zum Schlafen kommst du nie.
Berlin, mein Gemüt kriegt Kinderaugen,
Und mein Puls geht viel zu schnell,
Nimmst du mich voller Selbstvertrauen
An dein verknautschtes Bärenfell.
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If you're looking for some sugar, man
you better get it from the store (x2)
If you're looking for a good woman,
you better get where you belong
If you're looking for some kindness, man
you better get it from your mom (x2)
If you're looking for a good woman,
you better get where you belong
You better get... (x4)
If you're looking for a good woman,
you better get where you belong
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10. |
Piedra y Camino
04:50
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Del cerro vengo bajando, camino y piedra
traigo enredada en el alma una tristeza.
Me acusas de no quererte, no digas eso
tal vez no comprendas nunca por qué me alejo.
Por más que la dicha busco, vivo penando
y cuando debo quedarme, viday, me voy andando.
A veces, soy como el río:
llego cantando, y sin que nadie lo sepa
me voy llorando.
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