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Bản dịch: Sexton, Martin. Juan Smells Like Cheese.
que traiba en su cintura era una pistola escuadra Robaba y mataba gente porque asi se divertia Su cabeza tenia precio, Quincemil pesos valia Juan Marta
was number six And it's Andrew Jackson's butt he kicks So Jackson learns to play politics Next time he's the one that the country picks Martin Van Burne
El día llegó, no hay momento que perder = Juanes Hay que buscar unir el mundo de una vez = Ricky Martin Tantos necesitan un nuevo amanecer
Woody Guthrie/Martin Hoffman The crops are all in and the peaches are rott'ning. The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps. They're flying them back
, I got that hardest bars, call me the warden, Excuse me pardon, I break a bitch down like Tanya Harding, Bitch I'm cold not dude off Martin, Pockets
The Hardest Bars Just Call Me The Wardin Haha Yeah Excuse Me Pardon I Break A Bitch Down Like Tonya Harden Bitch I'm Cole Not Dude Off Martin Pockets
( Words by Woody Guthrie / Music by Martin Hoffman Live performance with Ellen Verdries, his mother ) The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
Parody of "Livin' La Vida Loca" by Ricky Martin (Robbie Rosa/Desmond Child), Warner/Timberlane/A Phantom Vox Publishing (BMI)/Universal Music Publishing
Lyrics by Woody Guthrie Music by Martin Hoffman The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges are piled in their cresote dumps They're
'm saying Through his whole career, watching him grow Watch us make it to that next level, we on our way baby You know I'm saying what up George Lopez, Juan
nigga, you know I'm saying Through his whole career, watching him grow Watch us make it to that next level, we on our way baby You know I'm saying what up George Lopez, Juan
I'll listen only to the sound of my barefeet upon the ground I'll taste the wine in Kingston Harbor I'll sing a song in old San Juan I'll kiss a girl
(Woddy Guthrie/Martin Hoffman) The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps You're flying them back
(Woody Guthrie - Martin Hoffman) The crops are all in And the peaches are rotting The oranges are stacked In their Creosote dumps They're flying them
Querer mirar realmente el sol sabiendo que no puedo querer llegar hasta el mas alla sabiendo que solo muerto Es como querer tener a ese corazon que hoy
, Que l'on soit passe Pour debaptiser Nos petites rues. Moi, la premiere a qui Mon c?ur fut tout acquis S'app'lait Jeanne Martin, Patronyme qui fait
