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So many mouths to feed on the farm
sonny was the second to the last one born
his mamma ran away and his daddy beat him bad
and he grew up wild good love he never had
he had a left like henryand's hammer
a right like betty bamalam
rode with the muggers in the dark and dread
and all them sluggers went down like lead
well he hung with the hoods he wouldnand't stroke the fans
but he had dynamite in both his hands
boom bam like the slammer door
the bell and the can and the bodies on the floor
beware the bearand's in town
somebodyand's money says the bearand's going down
yeah, the bear never smiles
sonnyand's going down for miles and miles
sonnyand's going down for miles and miles
the writers didnand't like him the fight game jocks
with his lowlife backers and his hands like rocks
they didnand't want to have a bogey man
they didnand't like him and he didnand't like them
black cadillac alligator boots
money in the pockets of his sharkskin suits
some say the bear took a flop
they couldnand't believe it when they saw him drop
he had a left like henryand's hammer
a right like betty bamalam
rode with the muggers in the dark and dread
and all them sluggers went down like lead
joe louis was his hero he tried to be the same
but a criminal child wears a ball and chain
so the civil rights people didnand't want him on the throne
and the hacks and the cops wouldnand't leave him alone
beware the bearand's in town somebodyand's money says
the bearand's going down
yeah, the bear never smiles
sonnyand's going down for miles and miles
sonnyand's going down for miles and miles
at the foot of his bed with his feet on the floor
there was dope in his veins and a pistol on the drawer
there was no investigation as such
he hated needles but he knew too much
criss-crossed on his back
scars from his daddy like slavery tracks
the second-last child was the second-last king
never again was it the same in the ring
he had a left like henryand's hammer
a right like betty bamalam
rode with the muggers in the dark and dread
and all them sluggers went down like lead
they never could be sure about the day he was born
a motherless child set to working on the farm
and they never could be sure about the day he died
the bear was the king they cast aside
beware the bearand's in town
somebodyand's money says the bearand's going down
yeah, the bear never smiles
sonnyand's going down for miles and miles
sonnyand's going down for miles and miles
and'some day theyand're gonna write a
blues for fighters. itand'll just be for
slow guitar, soft trumpet and a bell.and' sonny liston 1962
Así que muchas bocas que alimentar en la granja
sonny fue el segundo en el último nacido
su mamá se fugó y su papá lo golpearon mal
y creció el amor salvaje bueno que nunca tuvo
que tenía a la izquierda como el martillo de henryand
un derecho como betty bamalam
cabalgó con los ladrones en la oscuridad y el temor
y todos esos bateadores cayó como plomo
y colgó con las campanas que wouldnand't carrera a los aficionados
pero tenía dinamita en ambas manos
bam auge como la puerta slammer
el timbre y la lata y los cuerpos en el suelo
ten cuidado con el de bearand en la ciudad
dinero somebodyand dice que el bearand va hacia abajo
sí, el oso nunca sonríe
sonnyand va abajo por millas y millas
sonnyand va abajo por millas y millas
los escritores didnand't como él los deportistas Juego de Lucha
con sus patrocinadores bajos fondos y las manos como rocas
didnand't que quiere tener un hombre bogey
que didnand't como él y como ellos didnand't
Cadillac negro botas de cocodrilo
dinero en los bolsillos de sus trajes de piel de tiburón
algunos dicen que el oso tuvo un fracaso
que couldnand't creerlo cuando lo vio caer
que tenía a la izquierda como
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Mark knopfler
Song For Sonny Liston
Song For Sonny Liston
So many mouths to feed on the farm
sonny was the second to the last one born
his mamma ran away and his daddy beat him bad
and he grew up wild good love he never had
he had a left like henryand's hammer
a right like betty bamalam
rode with the muggers in the dark and dread
and all them sluggers went down like lead
well he hung with the hoods he wouldnand't stroke the fans
but he had dynamite in both his hands
boom bam like the slammer door
the bell and the can and the bodies on the floor
beware the bearand's in town
somebodyand's money says the bearand's going down
yeah, the bear never smiles
sonnyand's going down for miles and miles
sonnyand's going down for miles and miles
the writers didnand't like him the fight game jocks
with his lowlife backers and his hands like rocks
they didnand't want to have a bogey man
they didnand't like him and he didnand't like them
black cadillac alligator boots
money in the pockets of his sharkskin suits
some say the bear took a flop
they couldnand't believe it when they saw him drop
he had a left like henryand's hammer
a right like betty bamalam
rode with the muggers in the dark and dread
and all them sluggers went down like lead
joe louis was his hero he tried to be the same
but a criminal child wears a ball and chain
so the civil rights people didnand't want him on the throne
and the hacks and the cops wouldnand't leave him alone
beware the bearand's in town somebodyand's money says
the bearand's going down
yeah, the bear never smiles
sonnyand's going down for miles and miles
sonnyand's going down for miles and miles
at the foot of his bed with his feet on the floor
there was dope in his veins and a pistol on the drawer
there was no investigation as such
he hated needles but he knew too much
criss-crossed on his back
scars from his daddy like slavery tracks
the second-last child was the second-last king
never again was it the same in the ring
he had a left like henryand's hammer
a right like betty bamalam
rode with the muggers in the dark and dread
and all them sluggers went down like lead
they never could be sure about the day he was born
a motherless child set to working on the farm
and they never could be sure about the day he died
the bear was the king they cast aside
beware the bearand's in town
somebodyand's money says the bearand's going down
yeah, the bear never smiles
sonnyand's going down for miles and miles
sonnyand's going down for miles and miles
and'some day theyand're gonna write a
blues for fighters. itand'll just be for
slow guitar, soft trumpet and a bell.and' sonny liston 1962
Mark knopfler
Song For Sonny Liston
Song For Sonny Liston
Así que muchas bocas que alimentar en la granja
sonny fue el segundo en el último nacido
su mamá se fugó y su papá lo golpearon mal
y creció el amor salvaje bueno que nunca tuvo
que tenía a la izquierda como el martillo de henryand
un derecho como betty bamalam
cabalgó con los ladrones en la oscuridad y el temor
y todos esos bateadores cayó como plomo
y colgó con las campanas que wouldnand't carrera a los aficionados
pero tenía dinamita en ambas manos
bam auge como la puerta slammer
el timbre y la lata y los cuerpos en el suelo
ten cuidado con el de bearand en la ciudad
dinero somebodyand dice que el bearand va hacia abajo
sí, el oso nunca sonríe
sonnyand va abajo por millas y millas
sonnyand va abajo por millas y millas
los escritores didnand't como él los deportistas Juego de Lucha
con sus patrocinadores bajos fondos y las manos como rocas
didnand't que quiere tener un hombre bogey
que didnand't como él y como ellos didnand't
Cadillac negro botas de cocodrilo
dinero en los bolsillos de sus trajes de piel de tiburón
algunos dicen que el oso tuvo un fracaso
que couldnand't creerlo cuando lo vio caer
que tenía a la izquierda como
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
