翻訳: クロスビー、スティル、ナッシュヤング. キャリーオン.
翻訳: クロスビー、スティル、ナッシュヤング. /質問にキャリーオン.
carry on. The fortunes of fables are able to sing the song. Now witness the quickness with which we get along. To sing the blues you've got to live the tunes and carry on. Carry
fell back in love with me how could you ever let me go how could you ever ever let me go i scream your name across the bar i carry pictures of your neil young
back in love with me How could you ever let me go How could you ever, ever, let me, go I scream your name across the bar I carry pictures of your Neil Young
decent Young girls envy the life y'all leading Never satisfied with a nice calm evening You be at the games looking right all season But you always with me on
IF I?M YOUNG AND STUPID AT LEAST I?M DOING IT WHILE I?M YOUNG AND STUPID AND NOT WHEN ITS OUT OF STYLE IF I?M GOING NOWHERE AT LEAST I?M GOING WHEN THERE
get the memo Young King, pay me in gold 40 got a bunch of weed he ain't even roll These n*ggas be droppin' songs they ain't even cold Weezy on top and
get the memo Young King, pay me in gold 40 got a bunch of weed he ain't even roll These n-ggas be droppin songs they ain't even cold Weezy on top and
't get the memo A young king, pay me in gold Forty got a bunch of weed he ain't even rolled These niggas be droppin' songs they ain't even cold Weezy on
watched a soul when it was young You'd finished when you just begun I'd like to take a feather from The wings that used to carry you So suddenly, you
that these girls have landed They're junkies for fun,love life on the run And if things get hot,they will pull a gun Prey on the lame,no shame to the
death blows and if you got kids Or a girl, that's true, they'll move on them too, but when I'm gone I need you to carry on, you gotta be strong and fight
somebody hurts you Even if it's somebody was me Yeah, break it down for 'em Sometimes I trip on how happy we could've been And so I put this on my life
t asthmatic Jae's buyin' cologne, honey I put on Make 'em run and tell they friends like a marathon Voice baritone, haters carry on Beat the pussy up, call me Larry Holmes Young
Can you see that I'm bound in chains? I've finally found my way I am bound to you I am bound to you So much, so young, I've faced on my own Walls I
raised a fucking thug Money on my mind, imagine what's up in the trunk And it get me to the life of funk driver store's thug On the other ridges feeling
