Τελευταία πολύ μου αρέσει αυτό το τραγουδάκι!
Enjoy! :)
Lyrics / Στίχοι:
Robert's got a quick hand.
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan.
He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid.
Yeah, he found a six shooter gun.
In his dad's closet hidden with a box of fun things, and I don't even know what.
But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you.
[Chorus: x2]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, faster than my bullet.
Daddy works a long day.
He'll be coming home late, he's coming home late.
And he's bringing me a surprise.
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice.
I've waited for a long time.
Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger,
I reason with my cigarette,
And say, "Your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah."
[Chorus: x2]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, faster than my bullet.
[Whistling]
[Chorus: x4]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, faster than my bullet.
Enjoy! :)
Lyrics / Στίχοι:
Robert's got a quick hand.
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan.
He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid.
Yeah, he found a six shooter gun.
In his dad's closet hidden with a box of fun things, and I don't even know what.
But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you.
[Chorus: x2]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, faster than my bullet.
Daddy works a long day.
He'll be coming home late, he's coming home late.
And he's bringing me a surprise.
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice.
I've waited for a long time.
Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger,
I reason with my cigarette,
And say, "Your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah."
[Chorus: x2]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, faster than my bullet.
[Whistling]
[Chorus: x4]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, faster than my bullet.
γειά σου. σε παρακολουθώ χρόνια και μου αρέσει το blog σου πολύ. τον τελευταίο καιρό δεν γράφεις τόσο συνχά και ελπίζω να είναι όμορφος ο λόγος που σε κρατάει μακριά. να ξέρεις οτι μας λείπουν τα posts σου και ειδικά τα ταξιδιωτικά. κρίμα που σταμάτησες τις αναρτήσεις για το Παρίσι και δεν μας ταξίδεψες ακόμα στην Πόλη.
ReplyDeleteνα είσαι καλά!
φιλικά, ΝΑΝΤΙΑ
Σε ευχαριστώ πολύ Νάντια για τα καλά σου λόγια! Όντως είναι όμορφος ο λόγος που με κρατάει μακριά από το blog μου! ;) Τις αναρτήσεις για το Παρίσι σίγουρα δεν τις έχω τελειώσει, αλλά έχω σκοπό να επανέλθω! Να είσαι και εσύ καλά και μείνε συντονισμένη, σύντομα θα κάνω κι άλλα posts! :)
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