I pace, alone, In a place for the dead Overcome by woe and here, I've grown So fond of dread That I swear it's heaven Oh, sweet Mary Dressed in grief
I pace, alone In a place for the dead Overcome by woe And here, I've grown So fond of dread That I swear it's heaven Oh sweet May, Dressed in grief Roll
译文: 污秽的摇篮. 自杀和其他的舒适.
: I pace, alone In a place for the dead Overcome by woe And here, I've grown So fond of dread That I swear it's heaven Oh sweet May, Dressed in grief
Sing sweet and low your lullaby till angels say, "amen." A mother tonight is rocking a cradle in Bethlehem "A little child shall lead them," the prophets
What is the meaning the definition of "hook up"? Are you together? Lovin' each other? You never know... Cats in the cradle and the silver spoon Little
He smiles within his cradle, A babe with face to bright It beams most like a mirror Against a blaze of light: This babe so burning bright. This babe
HEY, I?M DOWN I GUESS THEY?LL LEAVE ME WHEN THEY?RE DONE I GUESS I LIKE IT BETTER WHEN I?M NUMB TODAY I?M ON FIRE INSIDE MY SHELL I GUESS THE PAIN INSIDE
I pace, alone In a place for the dead Overcome by woe And here, I've grown So fond of dread That I swear it's heaven Oh sweet May, Dressed in grief
From the cradle to the grave From beginning till the end [5x] From the cradle to the grave! (grave grave grave) My dream is to know Why my nightmares
that I'm saved and I'mma hold it down in this game Now, from the cradle to the grave [Chorus: Althea] From the cradle to the grave I, wish I knew my
the crow on the cradle The crow on the cradle The black and the white Somebody's baby is born for a fight The crow on the cradle The white and the black
My, my, are we in trouble Take one good look around It will be your last Your future?s in the past My, my, are we in trouble In the corridors at night
Tricky Cradle to grave x6 Grace Jones I am woman I am sun I can give birth to she I can give birth to son And I can be cool Soft as a breeze I'll be
a cake They speak ill but words don't break him bone They bounce off him 'cause see him is purchasin' homes See his stones how they complement each other
if I'm a liar and you're a thief At least we both know where the other one sleeps So let's end this tonight You stole, yeah, you stole From the cradles
shooters, we tote glock nines And we don't smoke a peace pipe, we smoke fat dimes It's a place where it's a common site to see the 5-0 Hit the other
mother's lovin' arms I still had about a foot to grow Whoa, I must have been only maybe seventeen It was a very long time ago Actually, we raised each other
