अनुबाद: राजकुमार. ओल्ड गाने.
I knew Taylor ann, I hope that we can find the time To sing your songs and make your poems rhyme Today I found a picture book With princes and kings
It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old From angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold Peace on the earth, goodwill
Pimp is still ducking haters The old manager calling and say he fina' sue And put a padlock on the everything we trying to do Put a call out to the Prince
you see it, don't believe, chyo Aiyo, my wiz play the flute, I stroll through the forest like Peace, pussies, trees, hello, how was your day? Have you seen the prince
Africa, Port-of-Prince, Knoxville, Anvan Manhattan, South Bend, Albany, Brooklyn Africa, Port-of-Prince, Knoxville, Anvan Manhattan, South Bend, Albany
all and work my hardest But when I took my song to a record producer He told me that I better go drink some rap juice Or somethin' 'cause my song was
brilliant sky, we had some rain Those Russian songs from sunny Spain Ah, yes, I remember it well You wore a gown of gold, I was all in blue Am I getting old
a Viking The mountains rise above the mist And the golden prince I've never kissed He may die tonight And why do I want to ride with The prince
And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair Breath on an undying ember It doesn't take much to remember Those eloquent songs from the good old
I'm seein' your world of people and things Hear paupers and peasants and princes and kings Hey, hey, Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song 'Bout a funny old
A Cinderella with no shoe And a Prince that doesn't know he's lost He says that her face is so familiar Each goodbye with just the same old song But
turns princes into frogs - and passion-plays to monologues. Now last and least - the minstrel-takes his bow upon the stage, he's played a fool and played the prince
There's an old love refrain that has known the world over It's sweetness both princes and peasants may claim Like a bird on the wing or a bee in the clover
hundred years old I don't belong, say I'm wrong Told you that you should have known me better I don't belong, this is my song This is my song You made
car, rolled up the tinted glass Looked for my Zapp tape to pop in my dash Can't find it, forget it, went under my seat Found my old fired tape of the song
3) (Push) (Push) (Push) (C'mon, push it) Push up on it (Get on the mic) (Push) (Push) (Push) (Push) (Push) Prince, get on the mic Prince, get on the mic Prince
You sweat her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi You a big L, and I ain't talkin' 'bout Cool J See me at the airport, at least 20 Louis Treat me like the prince
