Álbum Mr. Jones de Tom Jones - Canciones

Mr. Jones

Listado de canciones del álbum Mr. Jones

  1. Tom Jones InternationalVer letra 3:19

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    letra de Tom Jones International

    Refugee camp
    Turn me up give me some more
    Tom Jones your ready baby
    Yeah that's it
    Let go
    [Chorus:]
    One, two toms coming for you
    Three, four gonna bust through your door
    Five, six you better lock up your chicks
    Seven, eight before its to late
    Act right ladies seem forgot body
    Feels like pussycats come out
    Late night no matter where they roam
    They always gonna come home to Tom Jones
    Thirty years strong never went wrong
    Still in the game I decide when I'm gone
    Now I'm gonna set the whole house on fire
    I won't stop rocking till I retire
    You know and I know you gotta move on the dance floor
    Were blowing up this party with this sex bomb
    Take my hand understand I'll rock for years all across the land
    So let me see you shake it till the sun comes
    [Chorus:]
    Now your in the mood
    So let me see you move
    I got you hypnotized with the sound of the groove
    From London to L.A.
    And back to the N.Y.
    Turn on your satellites so we can see it worldwide
    You know and I know you gotta move on the dance floor
    Were blowing up this party with this sex bomb
    Take my hand understand I'll rock for years all across the land
    So let me see you shake it till the sun comes
    [Chorus:]
    Pussycats come out late night
    Girl you make me want to holler
    Tom Jones international baby (3*)
    [Chorus:]
    Tom Jones, oh oh oh oh oh, Tom Jones (2*)

  2. Younger DaysVer letra 5:23

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    letra de Younger Days

    I'm still young at heart
    I play the part
    I feel so good, I feel so good
    When Madison square garden no longer screams for me
    And the record company don't send no limos for me
    And the young girls they think that I'm too old
    I know I be ok when I think of the young days, the young days
    With a mike and a guitar I used to racket on any stage, any stage
    From the hood to the suburbs in the theater near you
    The big neon lights whenever we came through
    People pushing through like they don't no what to do
    Bouncers screaming he, he, he
    Ain't no pushing to the back of the line
    Don't you know
    Everybodys bound to get in
    Wait your turn
    Ticketholders are first on the line
    But it made me feel special when
    A hunderd girls rushed that door
    Ain't no what the bouncers say
    They went to the club screaming tom
    It made me feel special when the say
    Dj play this request
    Alright
    Thinking of my younger rowdy days
    I know my people say
    Come rush the door we gonna bombrush the door (3*) he, he ,he
    Come rush the door we gonna bombrush the door (3*) he, he, he
    When I look in your eyes that's the only stars I see
    And I go through new york with no security
    And on the billboards I'm no longer number one
    I know I be oke when I think of the young days, the young days etc
    It was young and rowdy
    Now I'm old and rowdy
    As long as I stay rowdy
    Nothing gonna be cloudy
    It was good in sixty-five
    It was good in sixty-six
    It was good in sixty-seven
    I felt I was in heaven
    It still feels good
    After all these years
    Now were in a
    New millennium
    I can dig it
    I still dig it
    I still do it
    Cause I love it yes I do-ac

  3. HolidayVer letra 3:29

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    letra de Holiday

    Oh man
    I can't go to work
    I got 2 more sick days
    This is for my people working
    Waking up at six in the morning
    Try to make an honest living
    Oki oki oki oki oh
    Let me see your hands up high
    Touch the cloud reach for the sky
    Need some time peace of mind
    To make money, money, make money, money, money
    [Chorus]
    Holiday, holiday
    Cause I work hard everyday, everyday
    Need some time to get away, get away
    So tell my boss I need a holiday, holiday
    You know you want a holiday, holiday
    Cause you work hard everyday, everyday
    Tell your boss that you want a raise, want a raise
    Let's go make money, money, make money, money, money
    Moving you know we keep it moving
    My people in the front
    You gotta keep it moving
    Keep it moving you know we keep it moving
    My people in the back
    We gotta keep it moving
    Keep it moving you know we keep it moving
    My people in the rear
    You gotta keep it moving
    Keep it moving you know we keep it moving
    Let's go make money, money, make money, money, money
    This is for my people riding
    Can't make car no bills keep piling
    Wining, dining when the bill comes
    Breakout here comes the sound
    I'm tired of the same routine
    First one, last one on the scene
    A pocket little drives so I need the queen
    I gotta make money, money, make money, money, money
    [Chorus]
    Now the house is on fire
    And we don't need no water
    As long as there's music hit it
    As long as there's music
    Let it burn, burn, burn, burn
    [Chorus]

  4. Whatever It Takes 3:59
  5. Heavens Been A Long Time Comin' 3:26
  6. Black BettyVer letra 3:10

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    letra de Black Betty

    This is TJ,dedicating this song to Black Betty
    Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
    Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
    She's from Birmingham, bambalam
    Way down in Alabama, bambalam
    The way she shake that thing, bambalam
    Oh she make me sing, bambalam
    Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
    Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
    She really get me high, bambalam
    You know that's no lie, bambalam
    She's so rock steady, bambalam
    Oh she's always ready, bambalam
    Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
    Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
    Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
    Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
    Oh Black Betty, bambalam
    Oh Black Betty, bambalam
    Black Betty had a child, bambalam
    She swears its mine, bambalam
    She must be out of her mind, bambalam
    She must think I'm blind, bambalam
    Oh Black Betty, bambalam
    Oh Black Betty, bambalam
    Oh Black Betty, bambalam
    Oh Black Betty, bambalam
    Monday she got me arrested,
    On Tuesday up in jail,
    Wednesday my trail was attested,
    Thursday she posted my bail,
    Friday we went walking,
    Saturday I was outta my door,
    On Sunday we was talkin,
    Back on Monday she pawned all my clothes
    Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
    Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
    She's from Birmingham, bambalam
    Way down in Alabama, bambalam
    The way she shake that thing, bambalam
    Oh she make me sing, bambalam
    Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
    Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
    She really get me high, bambalam
    You know that's no lie, bambalam
    She's so rock steady, bambalam
    Oh she's always ready, bambalam
    Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
    Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
    Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
    Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
    Whooooa Black Betty!

  7. Jezebel 3:58
  8. The Letter 3:48
  9. This Is My Life 3:30
  10. Weve Got Tonight
  11. Feel The Rain 3:23
  12. I Who Have Nothing

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