Reo Speedwagon - Son of a poor man
Tekst :
Hometown lady, leavin’ for the city
Bags in hand, she’s boardin’ the train
Her last look through the window, I saw her eyes were as red as mine
I waved goodbye but I can’t believe she’s leaving.
But a woman can’t be high-class
In a lonely farmer’s town
And the son of a poor man
Ain’t gonna turn your head around
But if you ever get lonely
Just pick up the telephone
And the son of a poor man will bring you home.
Maybe soon I’ll see her on some television show
Painted lips and fingers singing for the world
A fashion plate for sure dancin’ for your plastic world
Call me up if you can but if not well I’ll understand
But a woman can’t be high-class
In a lonely farmer’s town
And the son of a poor man
Ain’t gonna turn your head around
But if you ever get lonely
Just pick up the telephone
And the son of a poor man will bring you home.
Inne utwory
Find my fortune Go for broke Oh woman Anti-establishment man Lucky for you In your letter Look the other way Open up One lonely night How the story goes Lost in a dream Our time is gonna come Accidents can happen Tonight Back in my heart Losowe utwory
I m diving through an empty space
Where shadows flashing around
An angels voice, so close so far
I m reaching holy ground
A broken heart, beats deep inside
A silent lake of tears
And I cry, you can see the tears
In my eyes, like pouring rain
The...
To win again
To never stop finding
Moving as one
Is the word for home
Begin to place
Yourself in the big frame
When you dream
When you dream
Away...away
verse 1:
En avant pour la victoire
En...
I read her letters
And I saw her picture
And I smelled her cheap perfume, hmm
It must have come from you
How could you touch her
Lay down beside her
Well, there just ain’t no excuse
You shouldn’t have been so loose
I saw the telephone bill
Quién es ese que siempre de blanco va
imponiendo las normas de su moral,
bendiciendo a las masas que le persiguen
y de nombre le llaman Su Santidad?
¿Que no! Que no canta en un grupo de rock,
no hace cine ni televisión,
es...
On:
Znowu mojej dłoni boisz się
Skrywasz oczy za zasłoną rzęs
Bo za wcześnie powiedziałem, że
Z Tobą poprzez życie kroczyć chcę
Ona:
Nie wyznanie przeraziło mnie
Nie namiętność, którą skrywasz w nim
Milczę jeszcze, bo odwagi brak
By otwarcie odpowiedzieć tak
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