MP3: Mark Knopfler-song for sonny liston
Interpret: Mark Knopfler
Skladba: song for sonny liston
Album: Shangri-La
Rok: 2004
Žánr: Folk/Rock
Délka skladby: 00:04:59
Velikost souboru: 7.01 Mb
Počet stažení: 3
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  Text skladby: Mark Knopfler-song for sonny liston
So many mouths to feed on the farm And Sonny was the second to the last one born His Mamma ran away and his daddy beat him bad And he grew up wild, good love he never had
He had a left like Henry's hammer A right like Betty Bamalam Rode with the muggers in the dark and dread And all them sluggers went down like lead
Well he hung with the hoods, he wouldn't stroke the fans
But he had dynamite in both his hands Boom bam like the slammer door The bell and the can and the bodies on the floor
Beware The Bear's in town Somebody's money says the Bear's going down Yeah, the Bear never smiles Sonny's going down for miles and miles Sonny's going down for miles and miles Yeah
The writers didn't like him the fight game jocks With his lowlife backers and his hands like rocks They didn't want to have a bogey man They didn't like him and he didn't like them
Black Cadillac, Alligator boots Money in the pockets of his shark skin suits Some say the Bear took a flop They couldn't believe it when they saw him drop
He had a left like Henry's hammer A right like Betty Bamalam Rode with the muggers in the dark and dread And all them sluggers went down like lead Yeah
Joe Louis was his hero, he tried to be the same But a criminal child wears a ball and chain So the civil rights people didn't want him on the throne And the hacks and the cops wouldn't leave him alone
Beware The Bear's in town Somebody's money says the Bear's going down Yeah, the Bear never smiles Sonny's going down for miles and miles Sonny's going down for miles and miles Yeah
At the foot of his bed with his feet on the floor There was dope in his veins and a pistol on the drawer One lone investigation as such He hated needles but he knew too much
Criss crossed on his back Scars from his daddy like slavery tracks The second last child was the second last King Never again was it the same in the ring
He had a left like Henry's hammer A right like Betty Bamalam Rode with the muggers in the dark and dread And all them sluggers went down like lead Yeah
They never could be sure about the day he was born A motherless child set to working on the farm And they never could be sure about the day he died The Bear was the King, they cast aside
Beware The Bear's in town Somebody's money says the Bear's going down Yeah, the Bear never smiles Sonny's going down for miles and miles Sonny's going down for miles and miles Yeah
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