Contactez-nous

• Artiste: Reba McEntire
• Titre: Mama Tried
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.
First thing I remember knowin' Was a lonesome whistle blowin' And a young one's dream of growin' up to ride On a freight train leavin' town Not knowin' where I'm bound No one could steer me right But Mama tried One and only rebel child From a family meek and mild My mama seemed to know what lay in store In spite of all my Sunday learnin' Toward the bad I kept on turnin' Till mama couldn't hold me anymore And I turned twenty-one in prison Doin' life without parole No one could steer me right But Mama tried Mama tried Mama tried to raise me better But her pleading I denied And that leaves only me to blame 'Cause Mama tried