Текст песни VAN MORRISON - Street Theory
VAN MORRISON - Street Theory слова песни
Текст песни VAN MORRISON - Street Theory
Come on out childWe gonna ring doorbells and runCome on out child, childWe gonna ring doorbells and runWe gonna shake up the neighbourhoodLord, we're bound to have some funWe can take a plane to Paris( )Lord, we can fly to RomeWe can take a plane to ParisLord, we can fly to RomeI get a lump in my throat every time I go back homeI'm gonna go to church on SundayJust like my mama didI'm gonna go to church on SundayJust like my mama didWe gonna put everything up front'Cause there's nothing that we wanna keep inWe gonna put everything up front'Cause there's nothing that we wanna keep inI'm gonna go to church on SundayJust like my mama didI'm gonna go to church on SundayJust like my mama didWe gonna put everything up front'Cause there's nothing that we wanna keep inWe gonna put everything up front'Cause there's nothing that we wanna keep inCome on out childWe gonna ring doorbells and runCome on out child, childWe gonna ring doorbells and runWe gonna shake up the neighbourhoodLord, we're bound to have some funWe gonna shake up the neighbourhoodLord, we're bound to have some funCome on out childCome on out child, childCome on out, come on out, come on out childCome on out childCome on out child, childCome on out child, childCome on out child