Contactez-nous

• Artiste: Ryan Bingham
• Titre: Junky Star
Assurez-vous que les corrections sont tout à fait exactes
S'il vous plaît, les mettez en évidence en quelque sorte!
Vous pouvez, par exemple, écrire
INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
The man come to shake my hand, and rob me of my farm. I shot 'em dead and I hung my head, and drove off his in his car. So on the run with a smokin' gun, lookin' for the coast. Of all the things I've had and lost, your love I miss the most. And hell will have to pay, I went a little bit too far I'd say. Half drunk I stumble on the whiskey from the bar. Sleepin' on the Santa Monica pier with the junkies and the stars. For when I woke a spanish cross, was reachin' for my hand. Then the stranger took the place, the words I couldn't understand. And there's nothin' but the ground, it's the only place I found. Where I can lay my head in town. Down on the boulevard, the sidewalk shuffles change. Cracked out from the night before, hallucinatin' in the rain. So borrowed me a quarter for a call to the other side. I told God that the whole damn world was waitin' in line to die. But not me, this time. I left the trouble far behind. And he tied his arm off one more time. The man come to shake my hand, and rob me of my farm.