Álbum Mr. Jones (Tom Jones)

Mr. Jones de Tom Jones

Álbum de Tom Jones

  • Sello Discográfico: V2

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Mr. Jones es un álbum de Tom Jones, publicado en 2002 por V2. El disco incluye 12 canciones, entre ellas «Tom Jones International», «Younger Days», «Holiday» y «Whatever It Takes».

Listado de Canciones

  1. Tom Jones International3:19

    Letra

    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 Days5:23

    Letra

    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. Holiday3:29

    Letra

    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 Takes3:59
  5. Heavens Been A Long Time Comin'3:26
  6. Black Betty3:10

    Letra

    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. Jezebel3:58
  8. The Letter3:48
  9. This Is My Life3:30
  10. Weve Got Tonight
  11. Feel The Rain3:23
  12. I Who Have Nothing