Nancy Sinatra - Bang bang

Tekst :

I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight

Bang bang
He shot me down
Bang bang
I hit the ground
Bang bang
That awful sound
Bang bang
My baby shot me down

Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up by called him mine
He would always laugh and say
Remember when we used to play

Bang bang
I shot you down
Bang bang
You hit the ground
Bang bang
That awful sound
Bang bang
I used to shoot you down

Music played and all people sang
Just for me the church bells rang

Now he s gone I don t know why
Until these days sometimes I cry
He didn t even say good bye
He didn t take the time to lie

Bang bang
He shot me down
Bang bang
I hit the ground
Bang bang
That awful sound
Bang bang
My baby shot me down

Inne utwory

  • Up up and away
  • End of the world
  • Son of a preacher man
  • My exclusive dreams
  • Do you know the way to San Jose
  • Drummer man
  • Fridays child
  • Some velvet morning
  • Jackson
  • So long babe
  • Flowers on the wall
  • Sand
  • The end
  • How are things in California
  • Elusive dreams
  • Day tripper
  • These boots were made for walking
  • Losowe utwory

    Get me a name

    You do nothing wrong my friend
    It s kind of great
    Fill my head and bend me tame
    and I ll obey - you just
    Get me a name
    a role in your play
    Don t you ever get tame
    You re much...

    In light of it all

    The road full of light
    I have mine
    Full of desire

    In all of the world
    There is a big mountain
    Full of green daffodils
    Swimming in the coldest part of spring

    In light of it all
    It comes pouring...

    Where are they now

    Staring back from inside my mirror
    A boy I used to know
    Shining eyes that see right through my window soul
    Cowboys, kings and flying aces
    Somehow saved the day
    We were stealing kisses from the princess in the palace
    My Alice through the looking glass
    Is there really anything that lasts
    Makes me wonder if time...

    Muzyka słowo liczba kolor

    Hej młody, ja wiem, że w życiu są przeszkody,
    Lecz omijaj je, nie bój się, potraktuj z lotu ptaka
    I wyrażaj ducha wyraźniej, wyrażaj ducha swego wyraźniej proszę,
    Wyrażaj ducha wyraźniej, jak jak najprościej, przede wszystkim radośnie.
    Uśmiech, ruch, ciepły wzrok, malowanie, taniec, gadka to następny krok,
    Następny krok.
    Roots...

    Queen of the hop

    Well, you can talk about your Julie and your Peggy Sue.
    You can keep your Miss Molly and your Mary Lou.
    Can your prom do the chicken or doin the bop?
    I got a girl they call the queen of the hop.

    [Chorus:]
    Oh well I love my queen.
    Do you know who I mean?
    Sweet...