Překlad: Lord Of The Rings soundtrack. Edward Ross (In Dreams) - lámání přátelství.
Překlad: Pán prstenů: Společenstvo Prstenu soundtrack. V Dreams [Edward Ross].
Fancy cars and diamond rings I seen all kinds of shiny things I should be feelin' like a king But Lord I don't Great big towns so full of users Make
occasions when he went to see his dear When he went down to see that little girl Slipped off a ring of silver, slipped on a ring of gold With a twenty
sorrow ( a dream of life) Sky of love, sky of tears (a dream of life) Sky of glory and sadness ( a dream of life) Sky of mercy, sky of fear ( a dream
vein After the dream of falling and calling your name out These are the roots of rhythm And the roots of rhythm remain In early memory, Mission music Was ringing
Like heavenly sunshine Makes the flowers grow Ho, oh Lord You're my sunshine Loving you is my dream When I'm with you I hear bluebells ring And the
Now we all know how that story ends Strange apparition Haunting my brain Standing on the last legs Of a dream that walked away When the Lord rings
Block Beaters Make my dream real Bl-bl-bl-bl-block Beaters Moving at the speed of sound With my head up in the clouds Moving at the speed of sound With
up in the tuck Mom say, "Son, don't be no fool" I'm tryin' to buy a Bentley, a house on the pool I just wanna piece of the American dream But Uncle
-night band And got through it, baby, all through the night? With a daytime of sin and a night time of hell Everybody's gonna look for a bell to ring
The bell is ringing Can't you feel it, baby? Can't you feel it baby? Come on, come on Can't you feel it, baby? Can't you feel that, baby? In my new
can get you anything is ridiculous But anything you ask if its anywhere near My grasp it's yours, oh yeah Now I don't got fancy cars or diamond rings Lord
fabrics I made a transition from the thieves To the biggest executive, Def Jam's ever seen Only yours dream, Sean John suit and a S Dot ring Sean Don
Then I headed back for home And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing And it echoed through the canyons Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday On the Sunday morning sidewalk Wishing Lord
the essence For this rap shit that I stand for expanding more to the big screen Bill Gates dreams but it seems you'd rather see me In jail with state dreams
, now should I tote a fo' pound 'Cause a clown wants my autograph Broken off that hash I think he wants my cash The lexus and rings, give a sex simple
day I stuck my head out my mother's womb, I was doomed Repeatin' the Lord's prayers, sittin' in this court room I'm cursed, we havin' dreams of leavin
