if I was in L.A.) California dreamin' (California dreamin' on such a winter's day) California dreamin' on such a winter's day (California dreamin' on such a winter's day) California dreamin' (California dreamin
译文: 海滩男孩和脂肪男孩. 加州Dreamin'.
in L.A. California dreaming on such a winter's day California dreaming on such a winter's day California dreaming on such a winter's day California dreaming on such a winter's day California dreaming
B.V. left for Malibu I was July, hot and thirty, some years down the line When the boys touched the nation, unaware at the time I got to go to Texas, California
, na, na, na, na, na, in a California song The weather on the Golden Gate And the sun sets on the Palisades And the beach boys are looking at me And
No, we only have it iced" So we jumped up on the table and shouted "Anarchy" And someone played a Beach Boys song on the jukebox It, it was, 'California Dreamin
, "Well no, we only have it iced" So we jumped up on the table and shouted anarchy And someone played a Beach Boys song On the jukebox it was, 'California Dreamin
sports car Summer sun clear, yeah, she's sexy She's so Sunset Strip, teases me Here right there on the front porch swing I swear I hear the Beach Boys
) I could leave today (I could leave today) Oh, california dreamin' (california dreamin') On such a winter's day (california dreamin') On such a winter's day (california dreamin') On such a winter's day (california dreamin
has lived and Jehovah died: while the mother-eagle Hunts her same hills, crying the same beautiful and lonely cry And is never tired: dreams the same dreams
waitress said, "No, we only have it iced" So we jumped up on the table and shouted anarchy And someone played a Beach Boys song on the jukebox It was 'California Dreamin
cause I ain't coppin' out (nope) And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp) One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out And
why cause I ain't coppin' out (nope) And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp) One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
certif' Betty a rigole devant ma boule a zero Je lui dis si ca te plut pas T'as qu'a te plaindre au dirlo Et je me suis fait virer Et les Beach Boys
belong Na, na, na... In a California song... Hmm, yeah... The weather on the Golden Gate And the sunsets on the Palisades And the Beach Boys are looking
