- song for Sonny Liston (live from Shangri-LA studios) 歌詞 Mark Knopfler
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- Mark Knopfler song for Sonny Liston (live from Shangri-LA studios) 歌詞
- Mark Knopfler
- So many mouths to feed on the farm
And Sonny was the second to the last one born
His Mamma ran away and his daddy beat him bad
And he grew up wild, good love he never had
He had a left like
Henry's hammer
A right like
Betty Bamalam
Rode with the muggers in the dark and dread
And all them sluggers went down like lead
Well he hung with the hoods, he wouldn't stroke the fans
But he had dynamite in both his hands
Boom bam like the slammer door
The bell and the can and the bodies on the floor
BewareThe
Bear's in town
Somebody's money says the
Bear's going down
Yeah, the
Bear never smiles
Sonny's going down for miles and miles
Sonny's going down for miles and miles
YeahThe writers didn't like him the fight game jocks
With his lowlife backers and his hands like rocks
They didn't want to have a bogey man
They didn't like him and he didn't like them
Black Cadillac,
Alligator boots
Money in the pockets of his shark skin suits
Some say the
Bear took a flop
They couldn't believe it when they saw him drop
He had a left like
Henry's hammer
A right like
Betty Bamalam
Rode with the muggers in the dark and dread
And all them sluggers went down like lead
YeahJoe Louis was his hero, he tried to be the same
But a criminal child wears a ball and chain
So the civil rights people didn't want him on the throne
And the hacks and the cops wouldn't leave him alone
BewareThe
Bear's in town
Somebody's money says the
Bear's going down
Yeah, the
Bear never smiles
Sonny's going down for miles and miles
Sonny's going down for miles and miles
YeahAt the foot of his bed with his feet on the floor
There was **** in his veins and a pistol on the drawer
One lone investigation as such
He hated needles but he knew too much
Criss crossed on his back
Scars from his daddy like slavery tracks
The second last child was the second last
KingNever again was it the same in the ring
He had a left like
Henry's hammer
A right like
Betty Bamalam
Rode with the muggers in the dark and dread
And all them sluggers went down like lead
YeahThey never could be sure about the day he was born
A motherless child set to working on the farm
And they never could be sure about the day he died
The Bear was the
King, they cast aside
BewareThe
Bear's in town
Somebody's money says the
Bear's going down
Yeah, the
Bear never smiles
Sonny's going down for miles and miles
Sonny's going down for miles and miles
Yeah
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