Votre chanson du jour ^^

mariah carey...we be long together

adele-hometown remix ( merci amiraa mdrrrrrr )

florence rabbits heart

coldplay yellow

scott makenzi -san francisco

ace of base : all that she wants

alexs jhonson - your eyes

Into The Night
Santana feat Chad Kroeger

bob dylan hurricane


Pistol ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, my god, they killed them !
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin’ that he done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The of the world.

bodies lyin’ there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin’ around mysteriously.
I didn’t do it, he says, and he throws up his hands
I was only robbin’ the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin’, he says, and he stops
One of us had better call up the .
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin’
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin’ around.
Number one contender for the middle weight
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that’s just the way things go.
If you’re you might as well not show up on the street
’less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin’ around
He said, I saw men runnin’ out, they looked like middle weights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates.
And miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this one’s not dead
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the men.

Four in the mornin’ and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin’ eye
Says, wha’d you bring him in here for? He the guy!
Yes, here’s the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin’ that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin’s in South America, fightin’ for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley’s still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin’ the screws to him, lookin’ for somebody to .
Remember that murder that happened in a bar?
Remember you said you saw the getaway car?
You think you’d like to play ball with the law?
Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin’ that night?
Don’t forget that you are .

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, I’m really not sure.
Cops said, a poor boy like you could use a
We got you for the motel job and we’re talkin’ to your friend Bello
Now you don’t wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You’ll be doin’ society a favor.
That son of a bitch is brave and gettin’ braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple on him
He ain’t no Gentleman Jim.

Rubin could take a man out with just one
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It’s my work, he’d say, and I do it for pay
And when it’s all up, I’d just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin’s cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a .
The judge made Rubin’s witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was tried.
The crime was murder one, guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool’s ?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn’t help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An man in a living hell.
That’s the story of The Hurricane,
But it won’t be over till they his name
And give him back the time he’s done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

bob marley-could you be loved

sah saha
welit le bob
j'ai tt la discographie lol
il te fo un bon remontant et de la bob marley music pour etre zen dans cette vi

wiiiii =D ac amiraa on ctrop bien amusé en lecoutan taleuur hihii
tu devraii nous passé klk ziiks

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