Blues Brothers - From the bottom

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From the bottom
From the bottom
From the bottom
Oh boys, I m Hollywood bound
From the bottom
From the bottom
From the bottom
Oh boys, I m Hollywood bound

She not from the East
She not from the West
I m so crazy bout my baby
I love the way she wears her dress

From the bottom
From the bottom
From the bottom
Oh boys, I m Hollywood bound

Hmm, she s not my color (Not my color)
She s jus my style (She s just my style)
Hmm boys, I m crazy bout my baby
All of California s gonna know she s mine

From the bottom
From the bottom
From the bottom

From the bottom
From the bottom
From the bottom
Oh boy, she s Hollywood bound

Inne utwory

  • Everybody
  • Groove me
  • Season of the witch
  • Cheaper to keep her
  • Knock on wood
  • New Orleans
  • Looking for a fox
  • Raise your hand
  • Hey bartender
  • Almost
  • Born in Chicago
  • Flip, flop & fly
  • Riot in cell block number nine
  • Jailhouse rock
  • Losowe utwory

    I can go deep

    [Intro]
    So tell me baby
    Whatchu wanna do?
    We got all night

    So baby it s on, it s on, it s on, yeah
    Deeper, deeper baby
    Deeper than he s ever gone
    Cuz I can go on and on and on

    You ve got to show me lady
    Just how you feel
    I want to relax your mind
    And go...

    Beg

    There s a lit cigarette…in the hand of my new angel
    she s blowing smoke like halos, and now everybody wants her
    but I shouldn t even bother
    because you made me so complete dear, but you left me so alone here
    hang a noose for my new sinner somewhere...

    Together forever

    If there s anything you need
    All you have to do is say
    You knew you satisfy everything in me
    We shouldn t waste a single day

    So don t stop me falling
    It s destiny calling
    A power I just can t deny
    It s never changing
    Can t you hear me, I m saying
    I want you...

    Street fighting man

    Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
    Cause summers here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
    Tell me what can a poor boy do
    Cept for sing for a rock n roll band
    ...

    Nie wolno nie ufać

    Nie wolno, nie wolno, nie wolno, nie wolno zamykać oczu
    Nie wolno, nie wolno, nie wolno, nie wolno na moment spocząć
    Nie wolno, nie wolno, nie wolno, nie wolno porzucać drogi
    Nie wolno, nie wolno, nie wolno, nie wolno przechodzić obok

    Nie wolno, nie wolno, nie wolno, nie wolno...