forse non riuscir. a darti il meglio. pi volte hai trovato i miei sforzi inutili. forse non riuscir. a darti il meglio. pi volte hai trovato i miei gesti ridicoli.
I was born and raised in Boston. An independent man. I never knew how far Id go. My mother died when and I 15 years old. Then I moved down to Mexico. .
We shared the same last name and the same color eyes,. But we fought like tigers over that old red bike.. "I'm battin' first and you can't use my glove.".
These hateful sounds of war. Just irritate my ears. The fire clouds in the sky. And nature disappears. . [Bridge:]. Just think about it before it's done.
Barcarole in der Nacht. du hast viele Tränen mir gebracht. . Barcarole in der Nacht. du hast Tränen mir gebracht. er heißt Pierro und es gibt eine and're die er liebt.
Found some letters you wrote me this morning. And they told of the love we once knew. Now they're gone I'd burned them to ashes. Don't want nothing to remind me of you.
Though it happened long ago, the hurt just won't let go. And it's burning a hole in my mind. I see her and I see you and the things we used to do. And it's burning a hole in my mind.
Well I'm tired of travellin' down this rocky old road. This old heart of mine is so hurtin' from a heavy load. Only Jesus knows the way my heart went wrong.
Jesus, touch my sinful soul. And let my cry for peace come to a hush. Let my footsteps follow Thee. And help me walk across the bridge of love. . Over the river of life's intentions.
(You were born to sing). There's only one thing to do when you find out that you were born to sing. No matter what your age you gotta get on the stage cause you were born to sing.
It makes no difference if you're rich or poor or if you're smart or dumb. A woman's place in this old world is under some man's thumb. And if you're born a woman you're born to be hurt.
I've heard them say a heartache's just a memory as soon as you forget it disaapears. I tried but I can't hide my heart from misery for I remember between each tear.
I just can't get it through my head you love another now instead. Can't make myself believe we're really through. I'm walking up and down the hall talking to a silent wall.
Among the local taverns there'll be a slack in business. Cause Jesse's drinkin' came before the groceries and the rent. Among the local women there'll be a slack in cheatin'.
Honey bees are gonna be hummin' guitar strings are gonna be strummin'. When I'm back in my baby's arms again. Happy wheels are gonna be turnin' flames of love are gonna be burnin'.
I'm back in baby's arms how I've missed those lovin' arms. I'm back where I belong back in baby's arms. . Don't know why we quarrel we never did before.
BABY'S BACK AGAIN. Writer Betty Jean Robinson. . This must be my lucky day baby's back again. Said he'd never go away baby's back again. Throw my troubles to the wind happiness come right on in.
(verse 1). They heard the virgins weeping,. Down to town square we go!. There they'll be cleansed by fire!. I know your yearning to burn the virgin!. Let's bring the morales back to,.
I've been a drifter most all my life. Just a restless renegade. That can't be tied. . I am gambler, dangerous rambler. Keep these steel wheels rollin'.
Well I bragged and said I had. A women that loved me too much to get mad. When I stayed out in them neon lights too long. . Oh but late last night I was late again.