Álbum Mr. Jones de Tom Jones - Canciones

Mr. Jones

2002 |

Estilo(s) | Pop Rock

Sello | V2

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Listado de canciones del álbum Mr. Jones

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*)
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
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]
Whatever It Takes 3:59
Heavens Been A Long Time Comin' 3:26
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!
Jezebel 3:58
The Letter 3:48
This Is My Life 3:30
Weve Got Tonight
Feel The Rain 3:23
I Who Have Nothing