now but there's nothing on the shelves If someone is watchin' down from above What in the world is he thinkin' of Daisy I think we must sell the farm
, yeah Bushels of farm foods.. farm foods for me Acres of farm foods.. farm foods you see Truckloads of farm foods.. farm foods for me Millions of farm foods.. farm
ترجمه: امریکا. مزرعه.
ترجمه: امریکا. غذاهای مزرعه.
yeah, yeah Bushels of farm foods.. farm foods for me Acres of farm foods.. farm foods you see Truckloads of farm foods.. farm foods for me Millions of farm foods.. farm
could hold up A tree or a piece of steel I could do What my fat owner can't Future farmers of America Future farmers of America Future farmers of America
and twenty five sacks of mail They're out on the southbound odyssey Train pulls out of Kankakee Rolls along past houses, farms and fields Passing towns
Albino Squirrels We've been to ghost towns, theme parks, wax museums And the place where you can drive through the middle of a tree We've seen alligator farms
(Jae Mill) AMERICA!!!!! (Shaka Dee) you know this you're lisenin to the first & new lady to the game man, i tell ma dominican mama sita (You know) turn
a time when a country celebrates But as your hand touches your heart Remember we all played a part in America To help that banner wave First clock to be made In America
fooled with Were killers themselves how you Want it? How you want it? Stop that, stop that These are the men who lead the crime Families of america,
pen Somebody hit the twin towers before And the buildings came tumblin' down All we could do is watch the tears while the people of America Wondered
a kid named Mikey Who had only one reason to be hated be whitey Raised on a farm outside of South Bend Where they hated on him cause he was African American
named Mikey Who had only one reason to be hated be whitey Raised on a farm outside of South Bend Where they hated on him cause he was African American
conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out at Kankakee And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
fires the bullets off Six hearts cut short Still dreaming they're alive Blown 'round in dusty circles Like an absent state of mind Who hunter? Who victim? God love America
depend upon There are places that you know And the faces of america Oh, where do they go, where did they go I was born on a farm, a mid-western farm
