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يالله.

هيلا هيلا يا رمانة هيلا هيلا يا رمانة
والحلوة زعلانة الحلوة زعلانة
مين يراضيها
بكتب
ولكم اني براضيها ^^

ايه امبين من عصبيتك عليه.

I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles, Such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest

...

When I left my home
And my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared
Laying low
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places
Only they would know

Lie la lie

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me
Leading me
Going home

In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains

Lie la lie

Every thing will be good

الحمدلله على كل حـــــــــــال

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