[Vinia Mojica] *Singing in Spanish* [Common] What what, we do this time Rock rock.... Yes, let this music travel through you Talk about feelings, yeah
, nothing to fall back on But the streets where ni**as cussed out the police and sold they're crack on Better known as back home, where they treat the Arabs, and the Spanish
(Spanish version of Vivo Per Lei) (V. Zelli / M. Mengali / G. Panceri, Lyrics: Luis-Gomez Escolar) Vivo por ella sin saber si la encontre o me ha encontrado
's always night Well it's always night Yeah I'll go to Rome Rooftop slums Dead beneath pipes and gypsy drums Shade of my cash and drop my class Rent out a piano
F/ vinia mojica [vinia mojica] *singing in spanish* [common] What what, we do this time Rock rock.... Yes, let this music travel through you Talk about
Nada tendría sentido Nada sería igual Si tú no estuvieras conmigo En Navidad Written by Scott Krippayne Spanish Version by Erika Ender Piano
very tired Someone threw a party (shake it) Someone threw a fit (take it) Baby let me mambo with you a little bit Mambo (mambo) Mambo (and all those little spanish
come and talk you But you couldn?t understand my lines Girl its like in our chemistry There was something that gave me the sign From the moment that I saw your spanish
till my family ... amazed like a,..... what it keeps the crap back, Nothing too far back on, but police... so they crack on, They... is back home,.. treat the Spanish
I hear they hung the jailer The messenger is dead The piano player's singing To the lovers in his bed This road is winding back And there's no end in
[Intro: Cold 187Um Talking] [Thunder and Lightning] [Piano playing] [Break: Spanish ad libs] [Cold 187Um] this is how it's goin' down across town,
way I do No one can testify to all that you've been through But I will. SAL & THE VAMPIRES I was born in Puerto Rico And my blood is Taino Spanish Caribbean
and talk you But you couldn?t understand my lines Girl its like in our chemistry There was something that gave me the sign From the moment that I saw your spanish
: I hear they hung the jailer The messenger is dead The piano player's singing To the lovers in his bed This road is winding back And there's no end