Cab Calloway - Angeline

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Robins in the tree tops high
Soon will sing a lullaby, Angeline
Angeline

Bashful little whippoorwills
Can’t you hear them say “I will”
Angeline
Angeline

The crickets in the meadows
The dear in the woods
Know it’s time for singin’ in the rain
Until you make up your mind I’ll try to be good babe
How long mush I wait
Can’t you see my heart’s a flame
Don’t you know that you’re to blame
Say you’re mine, Angeline,
Angeline

Oh. Angeline
Sweet Angeline
Oh baby, I love ya Angeline

Inne utwory

  • Are you all reet
  • My Coo-coo bird could swing
  • The scat song
  • Happy feet
  • San Francisco fan
  • Little town gal
  • Corinne Corinna
  • Somebody stole my gal
  • St. James infirmary
  • Sweet Jenny Lee
  • Some of these days
  • Minnie the moocher
  • So sweet
  • Hey, doc
  • Gotta darn good reason now
  • St. Louis blues
  • Emaline
  • Chinese rhythm
  • Jitter bug
  • Losowe utwory

    Brazen (deutsche)

    Ich nannte dich Schlampe
    Nannte dich Hure, direkt in dein Gesicht
    Und beobachtete dich still
    Und öffentlich entehrt, bemerkte nicht
    Als du erstarrtest zu einem Schraubstock
    Dass du gezittert hast
    Und unter dem Eis branntest
    Warum weinst du nicht,
    Wenn ich dich...

    Lighten up

    I can feel a storm brewing over nothing
    We were having fun
    There s no harm done there
    You need attention
    I can see you re sulking
    It s about time that you learn to share

    Lighten up
    It s gonna brighten...

    Excited

    I´d sell myself to get excited
    there ain´t no car i can´t get started
    and if you want to be a part of it
    you can share my dream and get lost
    there ain´t no way to stay smart boy
    if you crack up who´s...

    Believe in me

    I opened up my heart today
    And Jesus was inside
    I thanked him for his presence there
    And this was His reply

    I am here, each and everyday
    As you sleep and as you pray
    I?ll protect you and I?ll love you

    Halo

    And
    it s always little things
    That to the surface brings
    The comfort in the pain
    The fear behind the smile
    We lose along the way
    The things we leave behind
    Along the precipice
    Of things we should not climb
    And I m the first in...