my goodness me it's a great big world And it's cold, cold, cold and we'll soon be old Alas and a lack, it's a great big world A million miles I've
curled, But my goodness me, it's a great big world. And it's cold, cold, cold, And we'll soon be old. Alas and alack, it's a great big world. Chorus
翻訳: ジュディガーランド. それは偉大な大世界です.
a fish There's a big old goofy man Dancing with a big old goofy girl Ooh baby It's a big old goofy world Now Elvis had a woman With a head like a rock
like a moth in a flame And our world was so fucking gone But I'm not attached to your world Nothing heals and nothing grows 'Cause it's a great big
Speed it up a notch speak, grunt, no strength The ladder starts to clatter with dinner fight down height Wire in a fire, representing southern gangs A government for hire and a combat site Lefty wasn't coming in a
, Ladder Start to clatter with fear fight down height Wire in a fire, representing seven games A government for hire and a combat site, left of west and coming in A
a chin Follows next a period spannin' Four long years with James Buchanan Then the South starts shootin' cannon And we've got a civil war A war, a war
wide world to see That we've always been and we'll always be Best friends Been two and a half years since my man Big passed Been two and a half years since my world
it Know these beads is more than music whenever I talk to it Destined for greatness and y'all knew this when I doubled the pie Had a shorty and a girl
me I'm skinny But still I'm too big for a Bentley You are Your car What could represent me? Too Godly To be a Bugatti You honestly Must design me Somethin
rings I seen all kinds of shiny things I should be feelin' like a king But Lord I don't Great big towns so full of users Make a million, still a loser
like a player Yeah, in the club, yes, it cracks Cute little mama, but they stack with backs I'm smokin' great purple-urple You and Doggie world, come
wanna be a producer And see my name, Leo Bloom, in lights He wants to be a producer Of a great big Broadway smash He wants to be a producer Every pocket
I'm red fox Big bee's, Red Sox I get money to kill time, big clocks Your f-cking with a n*gga who don't give a f**k Empty the clip than roll a window
fucking up It's a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up I call the plays, motherfucker huddle up I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the
, free agents, we faster Big contracts, big contractors, built pyramids, period we masters No caterpillars, it was just a lot of niggas A lot of great thinkers and a lot of great
a chain because i've got my gods but in the end I make my own way CHORUS My mouth it's got a great big smile that shows some great big teeth to friends
