Lyrics:
Simon Peter had not said much these last days
And that was odd
Soon he got restless
And decided to go fishing like the old days
At dawn, on the word
Simon Peter, Andrew, James and Phillip, Thomas, Matthew
Bartholomew and Simon, Judas, Judas ,James and John
Andrew go and tell your brother Peter
Yeah, Rhymin S-IM-O-N - oder
Gib mir deinen Saft
Wie mich die Bitches nennen
Hoes erkennen meist nicht mehr als
Eine Seite der Medaille
Doch Bitches,
Yeah, Rhymin S-IM-O-N - oder "Sieh
Da kommt der King"
Wie mich die Rapper nennen
Hoes erkennen meist nicht mehr als
Eine Seite der Medaille
Doch
El gran varón
Letra versión de José Alberto El Ruiseñor:
En la sala de un hospital
a las 9 y 43 nació Simón.
Es el verano del '56,
el orgullo de
waste your life ay
Yeah
They say don't waste your life ay ay
They say don't waste your life ay
cy
They say don't waste your life ay
No Simon
Simon says
Guacamayo
oye el tumbao de Simón Guacamayo
¡ay Belén! - por aquí ha caminao
míralo pallá - por aquí ha caminao
¡ay!, que vuelve - por aquí ha caminao
me lo
palla!
Passami la palla!
Passami la carta!
Passami la carta!
Passami la pasta!
Passami la pasta!
Noi ce ne intendiamo di donne,
Di moda, di lussoooooooo!
from the dead
When they had finished eating
Jesus said to Simon Peter
Simon son of John
Do you love me more than these
Yes Lord he said
You know that I
When Simon Peter saw this he fell at Jesus knees
He said go away from me Lord I am a sinful man
But Jesus said Simon don't be afraid
Now you will catch
so much the boats almost couldn't float
Simon Peter fell to his knees and started to groan
God said “don't be afraid, from now you'll catch men.”
Boats
find her
Gonna find her
Well Charlie Chan, Simon Smith
Got nothing, child, on me
Sgt. Friday and Peter Gunn
Well, ooh Alan B
'Cause no matter
her, gonna find her
Well Charlie Chan, Simon Smith
Got nothing, child, on me
Sergeant Friday, Peter Gunn
And ooo Alan B
No matter where she's
from about 10 in the am
Now one of the two from John's crew that followed Jesus name was Andrew
Simon Peter was whom he was kin to
So Drew first found
Simon, Jacob, Peter
I know I'm not good enough for you
Taylor, Morgan, Mara
I know I'm not good enough for you
Mom, Dad, Aaron
I know I'm not
Are you ordinary or intruder?
Early Jacobean? Late Tudor?
Are you Simon? Are you Peter?
The girl with early computer?
The stage blocks, extra
the midafternoon?
What have they done with his body?
Has anyone seen Simon Peter?
Each new arrival approaches Mary with hesitation
But she reaches out to embrace
find her, gonna find her
Well now Charlie Chan, Simon Spade got nothing child on me
Sergeant Friday and-a Peter Gunn well I, ooh let ?em be
No
me stolas
Some call me Peter some Simon
I'm that disciple following Jesus
The streets they call me dybala
Take a finesse shot to the corner
I hit it
Simon Peter won't you put those nets down
Follow me I'll lead you out of this town
To a place where no boat has ever been
I will make you a fisher
her in some day.
Gonna find her, gonna find her.
Well Charlie Chan, Simon Smith,
got nothing, child, on me.
Sergeant Friday, Peter Gunn
betta duck
BB Simon hold my denim jeans up
Uhhh uhh
No way Jose gone & cut the ticket
Gwala gwala got my pants look like Peter Griffin
Pistol hangin out
peur de rater, faut marquer
Donc je me sape en raf Simons
Faut que je taff sinon
J'ai peur de rater, faut marquer
Donc je me sape en raf Simons
J'm'en
he saw something crawl into his house
What now!?
Hallucinating he hunted then he dressed for work
Simon, Peter
Simon, Peter
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