contact, un son compact. Les freres coiffes boogie, degrades, Pento, Soul-Glow glissant sur tete de negro. Ce soir funk, zouk, soukouss au Keur Sambo,
s?il est une samba sans tristesse C?est un vin qui ne donne pas l?ivresse Un vin qui ne donne pas l?ivresse, non Ce n?est pas la samba que je veux
no queda nada. Sólo una pobre canción da vueltas por mi guitarra y hace rato que te extraña mi samba para olvidar. Mi samba vivi
Woke up in a cold sweat In the middle of the night Seems like a lifetime When you're wondering who's wrong or right One confession would resurrect the
(R.Sambora, R.Supa & D.Bryan) There's a line that you cross, When you find out that you're lost. When your world is closing in, And it crawls under your
Let me tell you a story About body and blood There's a fire below Deep in the river of love Hey pretty mama I'm just trying to be polite I wanna make
He was a man A ramblin' man he was yes he was Guitar in hand His home was on the road and that's where he was He's seen a thousand roads He's been a million
(R.Sambora & R.Supa) It's amazing, we go through changes, When times get crazy, it's up and down, it's hot and cold. These complications, just keep on
You can be a million miles away, I will always love you. You can be a thousand thought always, I'll be thinking of you. No matter where you try to hide
(R.Sambora & R.Supa) The old man down on the corner, is drowing in his pain, I can see the sorrow in his eyes, his tears, they leave a stain. The streets
(R.Sambora & R.Supa) Made in America, nineteen fifty nine, Born down by the factories, cross the Jersey City line. Raised on radio, just a jukebox kid
(R.Sambora & M.Frederiksen) Only child, lonely one, Trying to ast like his father's son. Make him proud though he sometimes fails, Locked up, living in
a samba band And people are carried away with such romance Ole, ole, the wedding samba Will bring a timid senorita to her feet And when they play the wedding samba
Like the arrival of the purest from of life It sets its course to remain just that If not for the blatant disregard for its purity It would never uncover
Once I was happy in happy extremes These bitter tokens are worthless to me So you appear and say how I've grown Fill me up with faces I've known In this
Go as a luxury pass on to the middle class Why are poor paying pounds for the broken glass And as we point our fingers we turn our backs We can't accept
more I got rhythm I got music I got my man Johnny can only play one note And the note he plays is this This is just a little samba Built upon a
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