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Crowder
For everyone who is a doubter
Remember Thomas saw His hands
Let's start finding the lost sheep
And not stress 'bout making bands

BUM
I am just

Procházim se ulicí v novejch hadrech
Na sobě Stone Island, APC, Acne
Košťata čumí jestli to myslim vážně
Nakonec by chtěli mít to co máme
Myslí že

Ah-ah
Yeah, yeah

She grits and glamor from Alabama
She's small town chic, and that's all I need
Grits and glamor, she's got standards
And love

Bums

Necro

Barn of the Naked Dead (Instrumentals)

bums

[Mr. Hyde]
I'm just a piece of shit bum stinkin wretched and foul
When I stumble by you'll have to hold your breath for a while
I can hear my

Bums

Mr. Hyde

Barn of the Naked Dead

2004

bums

[Mr. Hyde]
I'm just a piece of shit bum stinkin wretched and foul
When I stumble by you'll have to hold your breath for a while
I can hear my

the letters yeah, I'll learn to keep it down
'Cause to lift the weight you anchored to my ankles
I gotta call it by its name
And float away

Bum bum bum
Bum ba

Jau, slávy šlágrům asi by málo zbylo
Dyby-bum-bum-bum-end-d-d-d-bum
Hej, mistře basů a navíc denně začnu dřít
D-d-d-d-bum

Tak ne, jenom, bam-bam-bam

closing
But it's over now, but it's over now
Go on and take a bow

Bum bum be dum, bum bum be dum bum
I'm going crazy now
Bum bum be dum, bum bum be dum bum

prawdziwa Pani

Bum tarara bum barman leje rum
Znów się będzie działo znowu nocy mało
Bum tarara bum zrobimy niezły szum
Znów się będzie działo pokażesz mi

przed Tobą klęknę
Dotykać chcę Twych stóp
By całą Ciebie czuć

Bum tarara jest we mnie jeszcze para
Tylko bum tarara ja z Tobą tańczyć chcę
Bum tarara

I wanna take you out at night
We'll jump over bums at night
We'll stare at the stars at night
We'll kill vampires at night!

I wanna take you out

I wanna take you out at night
We'll jump over bums at night
We'll stare at the stars at night
We'll kill vampires at night!
I wanna take you out

her dancing to a minstrel’s beat
This mirage lady I call Bittersweet
Personified by this poet’s pen
She’s here for now, but she’ll be gone again

In my

to
Jak to bere životy
Špinavý město
Na zemi špína
A když jsem v moodu
Tak občas zapomínám
Co jsem slíbil
V životě další pole stírám
Chtěl by jsi přede mě

Naked at the club, and when I'm drinking 'til I drop
And when I'm riding on the bus, I'm thinking about a tipsy bum
When I'm naked at the club,

Dám dělovou ránu
Bum, bum, bum, bum
A rozbiju bránu, můj bude váš dům
V něm budu tě hýčkat
Hej, hej, hej, hej
A svážu ti strýčka vím
Že byl by na mě

I Have a Dream

Martin Luther King, Jr.

In Search of Freedom

1968

crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst

you
You will end up struck
By missile number two's

Flying bum, he's flying cross the city
Flying bum, he's firing little shitties
Dispensing his

won't be long
Deck the halls, we'll sing our favourite song

Bum Ba dum bum ba da dum bum 
Ba dum bum ba da dum bum 

Hang your boots it's time to settle

don't wanna be used to it,
Cause I'm lazy by society's standards,
And I know that none of it matters,
I am a pawn,
Forced to grow up, get a house, and mow

Daughters of Sorrow

The New Pornographers

Together

2010

You are the daughters of sorrow
And somehow I just know
I'm gonna have to hang around you

We walk through the world
As if by starlight
We've

shore's
Getting very near!
We haven't a thing to fear
We haven't got time!

Bum-bum-bum-da-da da-da
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum bum-ba

How's it coming?

Alabama Soft Spoken Blues

Nanci Griffith

There's a Light Beyond These Woods

1978

Southern man, you sure are pretty,
Got a smile to still the city,
And Lord, you know, you got those sleepy eyes.
Alabama sweet-talking baby,

Dixie was the pride of Alabama
I met her on a lonesome midnight train
Rollin' slowly out of Union Station
She was staring out the window at the rain