Sempre que os amigos de José Sócrates, após visitá-lo, o dizem bem disposto imagino-o a cantar: I used to rule the world Seas would rise when I gave the word Now in the morning I sleep alone Sweep the streets I used to own I used to roll the dice Feel the fear in my enemys eyes Listened as the crowd would sing Now the old king is dead! Long live the king! One minute I held the key Next the walls were closed on me And I discovered that my castles stand Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing Roman Cavalry choirs is singing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I cant explain Once youd gone there was never Never an honest word That was when I ruled the world It was the wicked and wild wind Blew down the doors to let me in Shattered windows and the sound of drums People couldnt believe what Id become Revolutionaries wait For my head on a silver plate Just a puppet on a lonely string Oh who would ever want to be king? I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I cant explain I know Saint Peter wont call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled the world Oh, oh, oooh, oh, oh, oh(5x) Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I cant explain I know Saint Peter wont call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled the world. https://youtube/watch?v=dvgZkm1xWPE
Posted on: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 11:52:03 +0000
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