翻訳: ポールマッカートニー. ジェット{ファイル名を指定して実行+シングルではバンド} - ポールマッカートニー&ウイングス.
翻訳: ウイングス. ジェット.
were hardly old enough yet? And jet, I thought the major Was a lady suffragette. Jet! Jet! Ah, matter, want jet to always love me? Ah, matter, want jet
enough yet? And jet, I thought the major Was a lady suffragette. Jet! Jet! Ah, matter, want jet to always love me? Ah, matter, want jet to always
old enough yet? And jet, I thought the major Was a lady suffragette. Jet! Jet! Ah, matter, want jet to always love me? Ah, matter, want jet to always
tell me what would you do When I miss you like this, baby Gotta teleport your molecules Give you wings so you could fly high I'd give you wings so you
as she bore me, she bought me a silk suit Put luggage in my hands And I woke up high over Albuquerque On a jet to the promised land Workin' on a T-bone
poor boy down Georgia born, they bought me a silk suit And put luggage in my hand And I woke up high over Albuquerque On a jet to the promised land
Electric light shines bright But against the sun it is dim Jet airplanes sure travel fast, But how fast is the speed of light? And no matter how low
I drop the lyric whip bible king You can document it Columbine bowling I got the spirit I require no wings A fly MC rivet in my pants, just to buy pearl wings
Drama comes along with the bread, I cake up But you ain't doing nothin' if you don't have haters So I welcome you to do what's in your nature I'm like a jet
I fly above, I I fly above, it's beneath me, it's beneath me, it's beneath me. Bridge All you haters (haters), you're the wind beneath my wings (wind beneath my wings
little kids But I keep something cause these n-ggas wanna test me N-ggas on that ice like Gretzky Montage chillin, life on a jet-ski Haters left I like
Wanna feel the warm breeze Sleep under a palm tree Feel the rush of the ocean Get onboard a fast train Travel on a jet plane, far away And breakaway I'll spread my wings
Let go, okay Bitch, I'm me, American gangsta Weezy F baby, born in a manger Trouble is my friend, I ain't far in the danger Clip full of wings, turn
And the funk pots thicker out here in our Brooklyn Every crews badder, we choose to rack fatter 'Cause I stimulate life and matter When I spread my wings
the milky ways Repenting from our filthy ways, replenish for our guilty days The eyeballs, swell up the size of eggs, beyond dreamland Wing span, 7 feet