Neil Young - Live to ride
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Live to ride,
ride my dream machine
Good conditions
sometime are extreme
Running from the daily grind
He was, he was a friend of mine
Gonna take a long, long time
But the stain will fade away
Running from the daily grind
He was, he was a friend of mine.
Live to ride,
ride in the lonesome wind
Cross the line,
you can t come back again
Never let a dream machine
Gather dust in your garage
Gonna take a long, long time
But the stain will fade away
Running from the daily grind
He was, he was a friend of mine.
Gonna take a long, long time
But the stain will fade away
Running from the daily grind
He was, he was a friend of mine.
Live to ride,
ride my dream machine.
Inne utwory
Winterlong Tell me why Gateway of love Back to the country Like a hurricane Southern man Opera star Hard luck stories Blue eden Friend of mine There goes my babe Unknown legend Computer age Sail away Losowe utwory
Jesteś jak król i opozycja
Dziś grozi ci chyba banicja
Samotny król, tajna policja
Nadchodzi już twoja dymisja.
Moja głowa toczy się
Spada głowa, ratuj mnie
Moja głowa toczy się
Moja głowa, ratuj mnie.
Zdradzony król, generalicja
To nie jest bunt, to rewolucja
Nie powiem ci co zrobić masz,
To łamigłówka
Zawsze chciałeś dyplomatą być,
Głupia wymówka.
Moja głowa toczy się
Spada głowa, ratuj mnie
Moja...
Another day is ended
And I still can t sleep
Remembering my yesterdays
I begin to weep
If I could have it over
Live my life again
I wouldn t change a single day
I wish that I could turn back the...
[R. Kelly]
Whoo
It s the remix
Whoo
It s the remix
Whoo
It s the remix
Whooo
[R. Kelly]
Chitty chitty bang bang boom like a pow
Everybody off in the club getting wild
Drinks...
Oh Oh....
Can We Try...
Oh...
Chorus (2x)
Can we try to make up for the Lonely daze?
I love you baby come what may
Tonight I m gonna make you stay
Listen....
Sit back relax your mind your dinner...
At last the secret is out,
as it always must come in the end,
the delicious story is ripe to tell
to tell to the intimate friend;
over the tea-cups and into the square
the tongues has its desire;
still waters run deep, my dear,
there s never smoke without...