Poor Mohammed at the peep show Kick the beggar down the stairs Can't keep guard, he's old and feeble Steal his books, burn his prayers Poor Mohammed
Now if I were a bricklayer, I wouldn't build just anything And if I were a ballplayer, I wouldn't play no second string And if I were some jewelry baby
Baby si tu supieras... todas las cosas que yo quisiera hacer contigo... pero primero... te voy a hablar claro... [Zion] no tengo casas frente al mar
(Narrator) Guess what? In his bed Pharaoh Had an uneasy night He had had a dream that pinned him To his sheets with fright No-one knew the meaning of
(Narrator) Nest day, far from home The brothers planned the repulsive crime (Brothers) Let us grab him now Do him in, while we've got the time (Narrator
Intentando escribir lo que puedan pensar dos gatos que estan tumbados junto a mi con su sonrisa de marfil y sus ojos verde azulados. Pobre de mi, pobre
Moonlight shining on the grassy meadows, Looks like diamonds shining in the night, Whipporwills singing in the white oaks, Coon dogs barking in the bright
Kind friends gather round There's a dream that I had this last night There's plenty of land, soil and sea We won't have to struggle and fight It's a
Sunday morning, in the summertime Over worship we hurlers climb Over mountains, valleys deep Those bells are ringing around our feet "Come! Take this
Just got back from Paris, France All they do is sing and dance All they've got there is romance What a tragedy Every boulevard has lovers Every lover'
Poor Ellen Smith, how was she found? Shot through the heart lyin' dead on the ground Her body was mangled and all cast around And X marks the spot where
Poor Liza, poor girl, oh Liza Jane Poor Liza, poor girl, she died on the train You go down the new cut road I'll go down the lane You can hug an old
Poor Howard's dead and gone, left me here to sing his song Poor Howard's dead and gone, left me here to sing his song Poor Howard had a wife and she
I am my father's son I've never known when to shut up I ain't fooling no one I am my father's son We don't see eye to eye And I'll be the first to admit
What have I done? What have I done? How could I be so blind? All is lost, where was I? Spoiled all, spoiled all Everything's gone all wrong What have
Because of my poor education I don't expect your invitation A ship lost inches away from the bay Because of my poor education I can't endure my situation
I hear a low faint voice that says Papa and mama's dead And it comes from the poor orphan child That must be clothed and fed And it comes from the
You know you've done enough when every bone is sore You know you've prayed enough when you don't ask any more You know you're coming to some kind of understanding