Etiquetas:
Otros Ejercicios
The Gospel 
Hard
de Alicia Keys
Completa los huecos, después pulsa el botón Score para chequear tus respuestas
So we all got children, products of the ghetto
cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
was a drunk, cousin was a felon
When he got pitched, he told he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her was a crook
every job he had be payin' him off the books
Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)...
Tellin' you like it is, how we ever gon' live?
If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?
It's a revolving door, brothers be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the door will be what it is
of the fittest, this the illest
Broke parents and black give me heebie-geebies
seems hard but nothin' comes easy
Whatever's in the dark, can always become the light
If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?
Gotta speak the I'm up in the booth
The be flyin' birds but don't be on the roof
Poverty is a pain like you pullin' a tooth
Told the streets don't let me go like I'm in Juice
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
was a drunk, cousin was a felon
When he got pitched, he told he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her was a crook
every job he had be payin' him off the books
Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)...
Tellin' you like it is, how we ever gon' live?
If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?
It's a revolving door, brothers be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the door will be what it is
of the fittest, this the illest
Broke parents and black give me heebie-geebies
seems hard but nothin' comes easy
Whatever's in the dark, can always become the light
If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?
Gotta speak the I'm up in the booth
The be flyin' birds but don't be on the roof
Poverty is a pain like you pullin' a tooth
Told the streets don't let me go like I'm in Juice
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Click en la palabra para obtener su definición.
( Traducción Automática )
Con tecnología de Microsoft® Translator
