Running Jack Le 04/11/2013 à 11:07
Je suis sans voix… Quelle émotion!

Dean Martin Le 11/05/2014 à 16:07
attention ! tu n'as pas branché le fil du micro !

Gozette et Gogo Le 13/11/2015 à 00:59
Voici les paroles. J'ai essayé de respecter autant que faire se peut ses infidélités aux paroles originales, mais ce n'est pas toujours très compréhensible. J'avais parfois l'impression de transcrire du Christelle, c'est tout dire.

As the snow flies
When (c'est du moins ce que j'entends, même si c'est bizarre) a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
Another hungry baby child is born
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)

And his mother cries
Because if there's one thing she don't need
It's another hungry baby (child?) to feed
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)

Oh well, people don't understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Oh, take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads

And look the other way
Well the world turns
A hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)

Then one night in desperation
The young man breaks away
He buys a gun, he steals a car,
He tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mother cries
As a crowd gets around an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)

And as the young man dies,
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin',
Another hungry baby child is born
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)

And his mama cries

pifpaf Le 28/02/2016 à 16:16
Wing? Chicken wings?