Letras de Canciones Traducidas de Pork Pie Tribe
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Pork Pie Tribe
I Don't Really Want To...
Artista: Pork Pie Tribe Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 9 months ago
There's millions of people across this earth
There's millions of reasons to look around
From the Gold Gate to the Firth of Forth
From the big band beat to the reggae sound.
(Chorus):
I don't really want to love you
I don't really want to like you
I don't really want
Skankin' Men
Artista: Pork Pie Tribe Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 9 months ago
The work week's finally over
It's time to go out with my friends
Toolin' around the town tonight
Will be a blast to no end
We're havin' a dancin' party
Hittin' all the clubs on main
Drinkin' with the best of them
Still got some live cells in my brain
(Chorus):
Skin Is Just An Eggshell
Artista: Pork Pie Tribe Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 10 months ago
When I look at people
I look into their eyes
Their skin is just an eggshell
A porcelain disguise
To judge just by appearance
Is such a bloody crime
Takes place across this big blue earth
It happen all the time.
Yeah skin is just an eggshell
It's the truth
This Joint Is Jumpin'
Artista: Pork Pie Tribe Traducción porpanzas | Publicado a year ago
The third wave of ska well it's here today
We're steppin' it back the Jamaican way
The old school is heard from the East to the West
Its got the beat, the beat we like best
(Chorus 1):
This joint is jumpin -oooh yeah (3x)
This joint is jumpin, jumpin
Well some li
Uisge-Beatha (Whiskey)
Artista: Pork Pie Tribe Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 8 months ago
Way up in the hills of the Scottish Highlands
People mix a drink called the "water of life"
A bit further north in the Orkney Islands
They drink that whiskey 'til the darkness of night
(Chorus):
Uisge-Beatha, Uisge-Beatha, Ceud Mile Failte
Uisge-Beatha, Uisge-Beatha, Ce
Under Fire
Artista: Pork Pie Tribe Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 6 months ago
People running in the street
Concrete burning under feet
The sky is blue, the sun is hot
Another gun, another shot
A bloody hand, a bloody face
God please save this bloody place
Bodies laying here and there
Does the world really care?
Does it really care?
Does