Rock & Roll
lunes, 2 de enero de 2012
miércoles, 7 de diciembre de 2011
martes, 6 de diciembre de 2011
You'll Take My Life But I'll Take Yours Too
You'll Fire Your Musket But I'll Run You Through
So When You're Waiting For The Next Attack
You'd Better Stand There's No Turning Back
The Bugle Sounds And The Charge Begins
But On This Battlefield No One Wins
The Smell Of Acrid Smoke And Horses Breath
As I Plunge On Into Certain Death
Who Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Who Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
The Horse He Sweats With Fear We Break To Run
The Mighty Roar Of The Russian Guns
And As We Race Toward The Human Wall
The Screams Of Pain As My Comrades Fall
We Hurdle Bodies That Lay On The Ground
And The Russians Fire Another Round
We Get So Near Yet So Far Away
We Won't Live To Fight Another Day
Who Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Who Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
We Get So Close Near Enough To Fight
When A Russian Gets Me In His Sights
He Pulls The Trigger And I Feel The Blow
A Burst Of Rounds Take My Horse Below
And As I Lay There Gazing At The Sky
My Body's Numb And My Throat Is Dry
And As I Lay Forgotten And Alone
Without A Tear I Draw My Parting Groan
Who Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Who Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh.
We all came out to montreux
On the lake geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didn’t have much time
Frank zappa and the mothers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun
Burned the place to the ground
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky
They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky claude was running in and out
Pulling kids out the ground
When it all was over
We had to find another place
But swiss time was running out
It seemed that we would lose the race
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky
We ended up at the grand hotel
It was empty cold and bare
But with the rolling truck stones
thing just outside
Making our music there
With a few red lights and a few old beds
We make a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know we’ll never forget
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky
lunes, 5 de diciembre de 2011
I really love you baby.. i love what you've got
let's get together, we can... get hot
no more tomorrow, baby.. time is today
girl, i can make you feel...okay
No place for hidin' baby..no place to run
you pull the trigger of my_____
love gun, (love gun), love gun
love gun, (love gun), love gun
You can't forget me baby.. don't try to lie
you'll never leave me, mama.. so don't try
i'll be a gambler, baby.. lay down the bet
we get together, mama.. you'll sweat
No place for hidin' baby.. no place to run
you pull the trigger of my_____
love gun, (love gun), love gun
love gun, (love gun), love gun
love gun, love gun
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
love gun, (love gun)
love gun, (love gun), love gun
love gun, (love gun), love gun
love gun, (love gun)
love gun, (love gun)
love gun, (love gun)
love gun, (love)
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