win some You lose some yeah Only one who's fighting for Only one who's fighting for Only one who's fighting for Is him Yeah yeah Dragon song Dragon song Dragon song
翻訳: 音楽. ドラゴンソング.
some And you lose some yeah Only one who's fighting for Only one who's fighting for Only one who's fighting for is him Yeah yeah Dragon song Dragon song Dragon song
win some And you lose some yeah Only one who's fighting for Only one who's fighting for Only one who's fighting for is him Yeah yeah Dragon song Dragon song Dragon song
one girl can make her go crazy I need someone to dance with me baby, dance! The music's on, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up My favorite song, turn
in a place I'd never been before There was a unicorn and a dragon queen Beneath the burgundy sky I saw an old soldier singin' a love song He had the
suppress bad luck That's why I shine like I does It's pain in my eyes but these East Saints blind you to look Binded between Carrying the flag for an area that drag
{No it's seven so it's five hours before 1998 Here's the song And the last time I One two three, one two three} Contrast and compare between the busy
`bout the old boy on pedal steel But I'm not singing `bout people who were just playin' music I'm singing about how fine their music made me feel There
Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius.. It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za Diiiirty Bastard! [music
dead letters won't survive A dusty record spins, an old song plays again The needle dragging across its skin Ink spills through my pen, the paper soaks it in The music
victim of sweet buddy and you got the love sick blues Hillbilly fever's goin' ?round Good ol' mountain music's got me down. I'mgonna one foot, two foot sweet foot drag
?ll never hold the hands of time Feel it hands upon the strings As the music starts to ring in my soul, in my dreams For to help these melodies and rhymes Become this song
feet Music for the soul-geared to make you whole Tribal drums of the African, the reggae of the Rastaman The ragas of the Indians, rock-n-roll music
Pickett comes to town To record that sweet soul music, that's Muscle Shoals sound Meanwhile in north Alabama, Aretha Franklin comes to town To record that sweet soul music
song and leave dead in the end Time is wasted in the end Wood paneled wagon, carpool dragons killing me again, we're all dead Jesus can't play the music
instruments lie silent in their coffins made of wood, I rest assured they'd say these words - If say these words they could; Whatever happened to the songs - the music
