's eyes were sad But showed no sign of fear (chorus) It is a good day to die Oh my children dry your eyes It is a good day to die He spoke of the days
Превод: The Band. Това е един добър ден To Die.
her drink it 'til she drown, got a girl goin' wild, pop a bottle Bring the 1738 Champagne, the boss switch Gettin' money, make it rain, buy a bottle
it cost five Hundred thou' on a ***, spent that with a smile Stackin' numbers that alarm and race White house, still move brick of law in a day I'm that
the window of a heli-chopta over city lights Makin' it rain, makin' it snow Sunshine.. (Chorus) Been about cash been a, been about cash been a, been
hang up my rock and roll shoes I get a good time feeling Every time I hear the blues Some might even say It put the devil in my soul But that's a bunch
An' a thousand miles behind. It's a restless hungry feeling That don't mean no one no good, When ev'rything I'm a-sayin' You can say it just as good
it into handjive and it went like this In a little old country town one day A little old country band began to play Add two guitars and a beat up saxophone
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage bronc'n' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day
t let it go When my funds turn legit i'm gonna let you know Ridin rims real good down Old National It's trappable, two bed, Ja'causezi bath, it's natural
a cracklin' fire And I decided to make my play I said babe with my boyish charm and good looks How can you stand it for one more day She said maybe it
drink it till she drown ? girl gon' wild, pop a bottle bow, bow, bow... [T.I.] Bring the 1738 Champagne the boss watch ya gettin' money make it rain buy a
t really velvet... they were, you know, kind of like velvet. It's a, what d'ya call it? Uh, a `metaphor'. It's a metaphor, get it? ``Look out! Look
don't now (chorus) i hustle all day ball all night i been in the streets like all my life runnin like crazy the streets is my lady street shit is all
's band swingin', I like Ella's singing 'Cause there's something else, you know They know how to say it They know how to play it They wind it up and let it
flat to sleep all day. Good night, baby. Good night. Milkman's on his way. Sleep tight, oh, my baby. You sleep tight. Let's call it a day. Listen to
they brainwash the public So I had to do it like nobody else does it And I had to leave the scene so they saying who was it It was me, it was Beezy I
music play Life is a cabaret, old chum Come to the cabaret Put down the knitting, the book and the broom It's time for a holiday Life is a cabaret, old
