Si c’est a moi de poster here we goooooooo :
"t will make a weak man mighty.
It will make a mighty man fall.
It will fill your heart and hands or leave you with nothing at all.
It’s the eyes for the blind and legs for the lame.
It is the love for hate and pride for shame. "
et voila.
Elfyr dit:Si c'est a moi de poster here we goooooooo :
"t will make a weak man mighty.
It will make a mighty man fall.
It will fill your heart and hands or leave you with nothing at all.
It's the eyes for the blind and legs for the lame.
It is the love for hate and pride for shame. "
et voila.
Hop hop hop!
Il te restait le titre à trouver...
What is this land America so many travel there
I'm going now while I'm still young my darling meet me there
Wish me luck my lovely I'll send for you when I can
And we'll make our home in the American land
Over there all the woman wear silk and satin to their knees
And children dear, the sweets, I hear, are growing on the trees
Gold comes rushing out the rivers straight into your hands
When you make your home in the American Land
There's diamonds in the sidewalk the's gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American Land
I docked at Ellis Island in a city of light and spires
She met me in the valley of red-hot steel and fire
We made the steel that built the cities with our sweat and two hands
And we made our home in the American Land
There's diamonds in the sidewalk the's gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American Land
The McNicholas, the Posalski's, the Smiths, Zerillis, too
The Blacks, the Irish, Italians, the Germans and the Jews
Come across the water a thousand miles from home
With nothin in their bellies but the fire down below
They died building the railroads worked to bones and skin
They died in the fields and factories names scattered in the wind
They died to get here a hundred years ago they're still dyin now
The hands that built the country were always trying to keep down
There's diamonds in the sidewalk the gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American Land
Who will make his home in the American Land
Who will make his home in the American Land
Pardon mr le lapin crétin, je savais pas heu navrée !
Donc voila le titre " american land" et voila mon extrait :
"t will make a weak man mighty.
It will make a mighty man fall.
It will fill your heart and hands or leave you with nothing at all.
It’s the eyes for the blind and legs for the lame.
It is the love for hate and pride for shame. "
Et ben en culture musicale anglo saxone, y a moins de monde ???
J’avoue être un peu dégouté/honteux de ne pas l’avoir trouvé sans tricher…
Je laisse les autres chercher du coup.
Au moins tu es honnête , merci.
Indice svp?
Je me dis que je devrais savoir, mais…
C’est une chanson d’un artiste qui a d’abord eu du succès en France avant d’en avoir dans son pays !
bs dit:J'avoue être un peu dégouté/honteux de ne pas l'avoir trouvé sans tricher...Pareil...
Je laisse les autres chercher du coup.
Désolé, j'y tenais plus, j'ai recherché aussi...
Je savais bien que je la connaissais !
Même les aveugles le reconnaitraient pourtant, qu’ils viennent d’Alabama ou d’ailleurs…
Hé ben … il y a plus de vie sur Mars que dans ce topic. 
Un p’tit coup d’harmonica pour vous réveiller?
Moi j’ai vu la lumière…mais ailleurs
bertrand dit:Hé ben ... il y a plus de vie sur Mars que dans ce topic.
C'est du Bowie ??
J’ai fait une erreur criminellle, même si je suis innocent
Calvin Russel, Soldier ?
excusez moi m’sieur mais vous faites erreur
Vu les indices que le lapin crétin sème ici et ailleurs c’est certainement Ben Harper & Innocent Criminal
Ce n’est pas anodin que ce soit un pasteur qui trouve …Dieu lui a donné le pouvoir par le chant
Exact eric c ben harper mais sans les innocents criminals ! A toi !
Il t’a jeté un sort?D[ieu!
Quel pouvoir l
Il ne t’a pas encore donné le titre, l’objet pricipal de la question…