ترجمه: ماری Josée Neuville. یک گیتار ، یک زندگی.
{x2} Ma femme, ma guitare et mon chien Je suis plus riche qu'un sultan Ma femme, ma guitare et mon chien Et j'irai jusqu'au bout des temps Ma guitare
Well I quit my job down at the carwash Left my mother a goodbye note By sundown I left Kingston with my guitar under my coat Hitchiked all the way down
ترجمه: مسیح و مریم زنجیره ای. Guitarman.
: Here I sit at Mary Ann?s place Oh baby the rain is always pouring when I?m here Saw the lightning caught your stone Oh maybe the angels of tomorrow
Here I sit at Mary Ann?s place Oh baby the rain is always pouring when I?m here Saw the lightning caught your stone Oh maybe the angels of tomorrow will
That was the last time I ever saw her Through a shop window, sleeves to her elbows I walked past and kept on walking And lit a smoke with my hands shaking
fuss, stop the squalkin', just let the guitar do the talkin' No need to fuss, stop the squalkin', just let the guitar do the talkin' Let the guitar do
Well, come on, let's go, let's go, let's go little darlin' Come tell me that you'll never leave me Come on, come on, let's do it again and again and again
Marie, Marie Helena Marie Marie, Marie Helena Marie, Marie Helena Marie Marie, Marie Helena Marie, Marie Helena Marie Marie, Marie Helena Marie, Marie Helena Marie Marie
Yo, what up, this Wyclef with Mary J I serenade the girls with my acoustic guitar You know what I'm sayin'? Yo, fellas havin' problems with the chicks
career Guess they plan on sucking somes d-cks until some millions appear Voila! you do it right he might just buy you a car Unless you play these suckers just like B.o.B play the guitar
love song CHORUS-1 Ronald Isley,Babyface,Jodeci and Marvin Gaye Made melodies that can't be replaced But you...you're the perfect love song CHORUS-2 Joe,R Kelly,Mary
on his guitar He's not invisible anymore (With his baggy pants and his legs in chains) Since he walked through that classroom door (Everybody knows his name) Mary
feelings Blasphemy Speaking deadpan Apparently this God has got a master plan Now they call foul, pure heresy But you gotta wonder does he have a plan B (Bad ass guitar
who, ya know, She had tried to start a conversation with, but the only, really the only thing she had heard him say was to order his Bloody Mary. And
Went uptown to see my cousin Plays guitar, sounds like a chainsaw buzzing In the crowd, I see his mom and dad I said, "Hey hey uncle, man your son is
and the guitars ring, They have no thought of care or pain, It's time to dance their work is done, It's saturday night on ba - you pon pon. Oh sweet marie