ترانه:
John Miles The Right To Sing

The right to sing, The right to play, The right to do the things I feel in my own way, And if you took it all and asked me to pretend, You'd be breaking

The right to sing, The right to play, The right to do the things I feel in my own way, And if you took it all and asked me to pretend, You'd be breaking

bay-BEE! Verse Two: Puff Daddy I was in one bedroom, dreamin of a million (yeah) Now I'm in beach houses, cream to the ceiling (that's right) I was

bay-BEE! Verse Two: Puff Daddy I was in one bedroom, dreamin of a million (yeah) Now I'm in beach houses, cream to the ceiling (that's right) I was

an asshole) I'm an asshole (He's a real fucking asshole) Maybe I shouldn't be singing this song Ranting and raving and carrying on Maybe they're right

a few miles right outside of town billy caused a 'oh mine/my(? ) papa' in the earth's crust, right over the secret underground dumps, right near the jack

an asshole) I'm an asshole (He's a real fucking asshole) Maybe I shouldn't be singing this song Ranting and raving and carrying on Maybe they're right

Lucy, kill me John (?) Lucy, sing a song (Ah), dig it up (Ah), live it up (Ah), live it up (Ah), give it up, up ,up Look out! I got a reefer headed woman She fell right

daddy was a steel driving man So every Monday morning When the blue dirds begin to sing You can hear John Henry a mile or more You can hear John Henry