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petak, 11.04.2025.
King!
Jedna pjesma iz davnih dana!
In the ghetto
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)
And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It is another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)
People, don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see?
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way
Well, the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)
And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)
Then one night in desperation
The young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car
Tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)
And as her young man dies
(In the ghetto)
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)
And his mama cries
(In the ghetto)
(In the ghetto)
(Ah)
Oznake: glazba
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-- Mrr Mau -- 11.04.2025. u 14:20
Kralj.
-- Euro -- 11.04.2025. u 14:32
CAR .......car moje mladosti , umro je na moj rođendan
-- AnnaBonni1 -- 11.04.2025. u 14:57
Nećeš virovat al sad san sluša Bebekovu verziju....
-- sewen -- 11.04.2025. u 16:49
Uvijek me srsi prođu od njegovoga glasa. Kralj...
"The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day...
Take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see?
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way..."
I dušu gađa...-- Dnevnik jedne babe -- 11.04.2025. u 20:20
Pucaju i tebe neka prošla glazbena vremena koja su ušla u povijest:-)
-- morska iz dubina -- 11.04.2025. u 22:28
Obožavam! I njegovo pjevanje i pokreti kukovimaaaaa....
-- luki2 -- 11.04.2025. u 23:37
Volim i ovu pjesmu, ma sve njegove
-- Lastavica -- 12.04.2025. u 05:32
Nezaboravan je... bio je stvarno car naše mladosti...
-- Dinaja. -- 12.04.2025. u 07:40
Uh, volim ga..., obilježio mi mladost poput nekolicine njih. Čitam
jučer da je umro Boris Babarović, Crveni koralji. Bila sam na koncertu
večeri gospodnje kad je došao u moj grad i tada sam, u vrijeme
izvedbe "Drvosječa da sam ja" trajno "upala u kandže" ovog do mene.
Sve ima svoju simboliku, blago nama koji se sjećamo šezdesetak
godina unazad:)))-- nema garancije -- 13.04.2025. u 10:09
Potpuno se slažem s ovim: "blago nama koji se sjećamo 60-tak godina unazad" . Drago mi je da sam mladost proživjela u to vrijeme i ne bih to nikad mijenjala, čak i da se mogu pomladiti.
Svima hvala, drago mi je da volite Elvisa.-- Mrr Mau -- 15.04.2025. u 16:27
