Otros Ejercicios
Sympathy For The Devil 
Medium
de Guns N' Roses
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Please me to introduce myself
I'm a man of and taste
I've been around for long, long year
a man's soul and faith
I was around when Christ had
His moment of doubt and pain
I made damn sore Pilate
his hands and his fate
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck St.Petersburg
When I saw it was time for a change
I the tzar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank, a general's rank
the Blitzkrieg and the stank
Please to meet you
you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I watched with glee while your kings and queens
for ten decades for the they made
I out "who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all it was you and me
So let me myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I lay traps for troubadours
Who get killed before reach Bombay
to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's you
Is the nature of my game
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's you
Is the nature of my game
as every cop is a criminal
And all the saints
As heads is tails just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you me, some courtesy
Have sympathy and some taste
Use all well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay to waste
...
I'm a man of and taste
I've been around for long, long year
a man's soul and faith
I was around when Christ had
His moment of doubt and pain
I made damn sore Pilate
his hands and his fate
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck St.Petersburg
When I saw it was time for a change
I the tzar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank, a general's rank
the Blitzkrieg and the stank
Please to meet you
you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I watched with glee while your kings and queens
for ten decades for the they made
I out "who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all it was you and me
So let me myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I lay traps for troubadours
Who get killed before reach Bombay
to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's you
Is the nature of my game
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's you
Is the nature of my game
as every cop is a criminal
And all the saints
As heads is tails just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you me, some courtesy
Have sympathy and some taste
Use all well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay to waste
...
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