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Joe Strummer
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Yalla Yalla
Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros Well so long, liberty let's forget you Didn't show, not in my time But in our sons' and daughters' time When you get the feeling, call and you got a room
Meantime, we're cutting our hands At the ke-bab shop in the streets of fear Forgetting all our best tae-kwon-do Moves on a barrel of beer
We trying to get a signal on a Ragga F.M. Do the D.T.I., bust CNN Sucking the wine right outta the vine Spitting it out again
Groovin', let's cut out of the scene, go groovin' Groovin', let's cut out of the scene, go groovin' Drive, drive, distance no object, rasta for I
Yalla yalla, yalla yalla Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa Yalla yalla, yalla yalla Jambalaya on the Bayou
Kool Moe Dee was in the treacherous three There's old school, new school and Brownie McGee Going underwater to explode Now night is falling on the grove, you can but dream
And I hear yalla yalla, yalla yalla Yalla yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa Yalla yalla, yalla yalla Jambalaya on the Bayou
Yalla yalla, yalla yalla Yalla yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa Yalla yalla, yalla yalla There's jambalaya on the Bayou tonight in the grove
Well so long, liberty just let's forget You never showed, not in my time 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 But in our sons' and daughters' time When you get the feeling, call and you got a room
Meantime we're cutting our hands On the ke-bab shop in the streets of fear Forgetting all those best tae-kwon-do moves On a barrel of beer
Trying to get a signal through from Ragga F.M. Do the D.T.I., bust CNN Sucking the wine right outta the vine And I'm spitting it back again
Groovin', let's cut out of the scene, go groovin' Groovin', let's cut out of the scene, go groovin' Drive, drive, distance no object, rasta for I
Somebody got a vision of a homeland From a township, from a township window Through a township window Some crazy widow dares to have a vision
Starts seething, like Seeming like a homeland on the plain Not in focus yet Seeming like a homeland on the plain Not a focus yet
I'm groovin' with a free style nation And the maximum density
And I say, yalla yalla, yalla yalla Yalla yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa Yalla yalla, yalla yalla Jambalaya on the Bayou
Yalla yalla, yalla yalla Yalla yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa Yalla yalla, yalla yalla Only to shine, shine in gold, shine
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