Shania Twain - Rock this country
Tekst :
I woke up this morning with a buzz rollin round in my brain
I haven t been drinkin but it feels pretty good just the same
It must be contagious-looks like it s goin around
It s cool once you catch it-you can t keep your feet on the ground
Bridge:
C mon, c mon-let s get something started
C mon, c mon-let s start something now
We re gonna rock this country
We re gonna rock this country
Every brown-eyed boy-every blue-eyed girl
Gotta really go psycho-give it a whirl
We re gonna rock this country
Right out of this world
Ah-oo-na-na-na...
From Utah to Texas, Minnesota, Mississippi too
Or Nevada, no matter where you live-this buzz is for you
(Bridge)
(Chorus)
Ah-oo-na-na-na...
We re pluggin in the power
Crankin up the sound
It s comin your direction
It s headin to your town
We re kickin up dust
Blowin off steam
Let s get nuts now
Everybody scream
(Chorus)
Inne utwory
Love gets me every time Man I feel like a woman God bless the child Crime of the century Bite my lip Black eyes, blue tears Party for two For the love of him All i want for christmas is you Hate to love You win my love Is there life after love Luv eyes No one needs to know If you wanna touch her, ask Losowe utwory
Gaśnie niebo i tracę cię z oczu
Dzika plaża, morze wielki spokój,
siedzimy ramię przy ramieniu
słów mniej za to więcej nocy
Przeszłość to bajki są i baśnie
Bogowie jak bracia i siostry
Zawsze ta sama pora roku
Mandragora wino i...
Verse 1:
I know a place where the trees don t grow
Just another place where niggaz live low
I know a place where life is fucked up
Make a wrong move and your ass get stuck up
Time ain t nothin but a frame of mind
And life...
My face show no emotion
The mind of an animal
Behind human eyes
Restrained with a rope
Crudely tied to wrist and ankles
Eyes jellied from chemical injections
Devoid of all compassion
I place no value on human life
Body temperature drops rapidly
But death comes slow
Post-mortal muscle reflexes...
What the fuck?
They know what is what,
But they don t know what is what,
They just strut.
What the fuck?
They just know,
What they know,
What they don t know,
What is what.
...
You invite me to pick up my award
After all the time I ve been out here
My music is still the same
Why is it just now getting there?
Wonder why this one got such play?
Wonder why all the fuss is made?
Now the turntables goin round and round
Who s the...