Oh, you tell the story Oh, you tell the story You tell the story Oh, you tell the story Oh, you tell the story You tell the story (You heard ten times
Käännös: Farm. Kerro tarina.
returning Tell me, how this story ends? And I'll keep them fires burning The headlights look like diamonds The taillights burn like coals Tell me how this story
story I would tell About a brave young Indian you should remember well From the land of the Pima Indian, a proud and noble band Who farmed the Phoenix
cans And there sure are a lot of them around here How did I get down here? Well it's a long story. I should have stayed down home out on the farm
?t real clear Is that you there? He said yeah, I was 11 Times were tough back in '35 That?s me and uncle Joe just tryin? to survive A cotton farm in
Why don't you sit right back and I I may tell you a tale, a tale of 3 Little pigs and a big bad wolf Well, the first little piggy Well, he was kinda
You know, The Rock's gonna tell you a little story. You ain't gonna believe it, but he's gonna tell you anyway. It's tough to be the Rock! Oh no, no,
to do...I must have somehow have taken the drug... and landed up here. Jeanne: My name is Jeanne . . and let me tell you my story . . my father owns many acres around here ... which are farmed
coke from a green glass bottle? It's colder than that plastic stuff Watch how miss Annie at the counter Tells that story 'bout me wreckin' my truck Welcome to the farm
nagaganap Sa lupang pinangako Every place got a ghetto this is my version Check it out Listen closely yo, I got a story to tell A version of my ghetto
that I just made up How about a man who can't see his own face Look at himself in the act Fortune teller is trying to tell about What she's doing the farm
Saw a story on the local news last night 'Bout one more struggling single mother She was talking about how hard it is getting by With no help, no money
out There were ninety-nine cereals, I ate every one That story is over, but my rhyme ain't done I met this kid named Bob Skarm, he had a farm His pops
the one that I came from Where any dream you have is just a dream It ain?t nothin? that can truly be done Well, I?m gonna tell y'all a little story About
the army? Albert: How does he feel? You ask how he feels. He's much too shy to tell you so I'll tell you how he feels. He feels brave and eager, strangely
people A story I will tell About a brave young Indian lad You should remember well From a tribe of Pima Indians A proud and peaceful band They farmed
