' to make you feel uncomfortable And I'm not trying to make you go away All I really want to do is be with you For awhile or just today I said hey, what
译文: 肯尼韦恩谢泼德. 嘿，你说什么.
me something A reason to live My body is aching Don't want sympathy Come on, come and love me Come on, set me free Set me free The Lord is my shepherd
John W. Work, Jr. / Traditional Spiritual Go, tell it on that mountain Over the hills and everywhere Hey go, tell it on that mountain Jesus Christ is
back Guess who's back You ain't black! So you were poor and you were trailer trash Now ya living like Elvis rollin' in cash Bet ya house is real palatial Hey
end Hey mama didn't know we'd end up here The snapshot is all tiles and red walls Down at the squatter's camps they cannot compete The shepherd has
(Taken ya dough...) nigga -Bizzy Bone- Know this liquor prolly killin my liver/ The villian is still in effect/ And I buck this motherfucker down, live and direct/ Hey
affect the skull to a point And crash the membrane, so you should spark a joint *inhale* there I go and now it's showtime without Kiki shepherd, now the
joe So she drove home from that bar to say that She was sorry to him She was wrong to have stormed out to go Somewhere she shouldn't have been He said hey
Hey, hey now Don't you wanna come down bring your guitar here we play music with our own sound a lot of our friendship and music's been born and bred
Tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy Oh, tidings of comfort and joy God rest ye merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay, hey Remember Christ ,
No acceptance applicants, never extradited wackness Practice malice inbalance, don't silence my code of challenge [Verse Four: Q-Unique] The Lord is my shepherd
Oh! My sweet queen of the night you gave me the sense of life you gave me eternal pleasure. I acquired the true vampiric art. I'm on the moonlight path. Hey
A parody of "Riding With Private Malone" (Written by Thom Shepherd and Weed Newton. Recorded by David Ball) New lyrical adaptation by Cledus T. Judd (
songs has turned hopeless. So I turn to anything meaningless. "Hey we'll be your friends. I don't sleep. I don't count sheep. I talk to the shepherd
the rest to sweep the mess under the carpet (under the carpet) I drag a yellow taxi meter behind every measure And charge cats for labeling me shepherd
have wings for my arms And took off in the air I flew to places which the clouds never see Too close to the deserts of sand Where a thousand mirages, the shepherds
this, him and me Has he gone out, is he in a meeting I know that you can't tell me for security reasons But, Mister, tell me are you one of the Saints Hey
