Letras de Canciones Traducidas de Banquets
Tenemos 7 canciones traducidas de Banquets
Banquets
377
Artista: Banquets Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 6 months ago
Trace back a breeze to the weather's dripping
Here in this city i could sleep in my clothes
I've walls between my friends and a bottle of williams
The past is well behind me
I got good at letting go
I've burned so many bridges i can barely count
Moving forward with a li
A Drink For My Baby, Sacagawea
Artista: Banquets Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 6 months ago
We met in lanes, we swerved and spun
Held our drinks like a loaded gun
Oh lungs, don't abandon me
Let the snow fall, we can talk for days
The only ears I want in this place are yours
Oh, don't abandon me
We drove it all night long
Just to crumble at your door
Cu
Eleanor, I Need a Garden
Artista: Banquets Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 6 months ago
We were right as rain in the front porch swing
Dying for open ears
I need a hand that fits, I need some skin to slip
Some sleeves that I can wear
Dragged along through spring with no sway
Can't eat, can't sleep, can't sing
Every move I make is cautious
I'm such a wast
I Wish I Was a Little More Lou Diamond Phillips
Artista: Banquets Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 6 months ago
Spent our days in the sheets
Smoked our lungs to defeat
My arms are raising
When the only voice I needed was yours
We locked hearts while unsound
Our clothes to the ground
Scattered mornings belong to the lost
You're the only voice that shines to my ears
I've go
Lyndon B. Magic Johnson
Artista: Banquets Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 10 months ago
I used to run, I had dimes slipping through my hands
I left these kids behind
I had a town that could understand
And I put all my faith in loving arms
And brought myself back home
By day, in debt, by night, I slept
In a bed that would soon be broke
And when I went b
Teddy, My Pal, And His Panama Canal
Artista: Banquets Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 10 months ago
I can lose my voice, like I live on wine
The proud would talk it up, the party never died
Run away, I run away
From a job where I could smile
And I'll stay, I hate what I've become
Based in gasoline and talking shit
Heart in hand meant foot to lip
And I'll say, I hate
What a Bunch Of Aaron Burrs
Artista: Banquets Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 4 months ago
To wasted nights, oh glory sound
Hoping that letters, hoping that letters told
Who could be a better son
You had a taste, just a taste
Spit out for something better,
And I could never let it be
It kills me just to know
That if I could get you all alone
At some