[chorus: MC Quita][3X] New York, Big Apple! Now, sing wit' T.B.S. Thug We're real thugs, shakin' the club [Jim Rampage] Laaaaaaa... La, la, la, la...
(konishi) Translators: taichi azuma Tick tack Tokei no hari to Niramekko shiteru to Ring ring Tonari no heya de Denwa ga naridasu Ding dong Mune no
Es beginnt in einem Wald alle Rechte sind bezahlt und es endet doch daheim. Meine Hände sind so kalt denn die Zeit die ging ins Land meine Seele
(And there was sound of music) Hey yeah (Ooh ita??s on my mind) x2 Just put the needle on Forget about a??doa??s and a??dona??ta??s Baby Ia??m second
Just walking the street and what do I find People walking in the wrong way Grab something to eat, praying to her Baby, someday, somewhere She brings
Said, "Hey man, what's goin' on?" 'S about time I'm movin' on You keep on, on, on, on and on So you'll stay, move and sing a song 'Cause you move to
This is how we rock, yeah This is how we rock, yeah This is our revolution, yeah This is not noise This is the sound we want This is the movement This
Climb ev'ry mountain Search high and low Follow ev'ry by-way Every path you know Climb ev'ry mountain Ford ev'ry stream Follow ev'ry rainbow Till you
What will this day be like? I wonder. What will my future be? I wonder. It could be so exciting to be out in the world, to be free My heart should be
You wait, little girl, on an empty stage For fate to turn the light on Your life, little girl, is an empty page That men will want to write on, to write
In all the famous love affairs The lovers have to struggle In garret rooms away upstairs The lovers starve and snuggle They're famous for misfortune
She climbs a tree and scrapes her knee, her dress has got a tear She waltzes on her way to mass and whistles on the stairs And underneath her wimple she
There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall And the bells in the steeple too And up in the nursery an absurd little bird Is popping out
Edelweiss, Edelweiss Every morning you greet me Small and white, clean and bright You look happy to meet me Blossom of snow may you bloom and grow Bloom
The hills are alive with the sound of music With songs they have sung for a thousand years The hills fill my heart with the sound of music My heart wants
Maria: High on a hill was a lonely goatherd Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo Loud was the voice of the lonely goatherd Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo Folks
Maria: Perhaps I had a wicked childhood Perhaps I had a miserable youth But somwhere in my wicked, miserable past There must have been a moment of truth
