paroles de chanson Third Degree - Eric Clapton
Got
me
accused
of
peeping
I
can't
see
a
thing
Got
me
accused
of
petting
I
can't
even
raise
my
hand
Bad
luck
Bad
luck
is
killing
me
Well
I
just
can't
stand
No
more
of
this
third
degree
Got
me
accused
of
murder
I
ain't
harmed
a
man
Got
me
accused
of
forgery
I
can't
even
write
my
name
Bad
luck
Bad
luck
is
killing
me
Well
I
just
can't
stand
No
more
of
this
third
degree
Got
me
accused
of
taxes
I
ain't
got
a
dime
Got
me
accused
of
children
And
ain't
nary
one
of
them
was
mine
Bad
luck
Bad
luck
is
killing
me
Well
I
just
can't
stand
No
more
of
this
third
degree
1 Holy Mother
2 St. Teresa
3 I Guess That's Why They Call It the Blues
4 Theme from "New York, New York"
5 Un piccolo aiuto
6 Run, Baby, Run
7 Certe notti
8 Angel
9 Ave Maria: Arr. from Bach's Prelude No. 1, BWV 846
10 Third Degree
11 Don Giovanni, K. 527: "Là ci darem la mano"
12 Le ragazze fanno grandi sogni
13 Granada
14 Mediterranean sundance
15 Gesù bambino
16 Live Like Horses (Live Finale Version)
Attention! N'hésitez pas à laisser des commentaires.