Nancy Sinatra - Bang bang
Tekst :
I was five and he was sixWe 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
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...