- 17 Avg 2009, 04:52
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kada smo bili deca, namerno smo pogrešno pevali nekoliko pesme
the battlehymn of the republic kod nas je zvučilo ovako
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school
We have tortured all the teachers, we have broken all the rules
We have plans to hang the principal tomorrow after school!
Us kids are marching on
Glory, glory hallelujah
teacher hit me with a ruler
stood behind the door
with a loaded forty-four
Us kids are marching on
(Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord, he is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored, he has loosed the faithful lightning of his terrible swift sword, his truth is marching on. Glory, glory hallelujah, glory glory hallelujah, glory glory hallelujah, his truth is marching on)
(Mama mi je rekla da kada je bila mala, mislila je da pevaju "where the grapes are wrapped and stored")
i On Top of Mount Smokey:
on top of spaghetti
all covered with cheese
I lost my poor meatball
when somebody sneezed
it rolled off the table
and onto the floor
and then my poor meatball
ran out of the door
(više se ne sećam stihove, bilo ih mnogo svašta se dogodilo sa tim meatballom)
(origijalen tekst zvuči ovako: on top of mount smokey all covered with snow i lost my poor lover for courting too slow)
oh, da "Joy to the World"
Joy to the World
my teacher's dead
I barbequed her head
what happened to the body?
I flushed it down the potty
and around and around it goes
and around and around it goes
and around and around and around it goes
(Joy to the World, the Lord is come, let earth receive her King, let every heart prepare Him room and heaven and nature sing and heaven and nature sing and heaven and heaven and nature sing)
