Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Som


Interface


Nível de dificuldade


Sotaque



Interface de linguagem

pt

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Política de cookies   |   Suporte   |   FAQ
1
cadastre-se / faça login
Lyrkit

doar

5$

Lyrkit

doar

10$

Lyrkit

doar

20$

Lyrkit

E/ou me apoie nas redes sociais. redes:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Jax

Somebodys' Kid

 

Somebodys' Kid


Eighteen with a machine in his hand
With acne on his chin and a boot in the sand
He's eighteen but he's double the man his daddy said he was
From his twin-sized bed with a ceiling fan
To a bunk bed in Afghanistan
He's eighteen but he's still a man for us

Cause there's no time for growing up

When he's, out on the field he's got, a body of steel
And his mama called twice even though he's off the grid
He's a, a fighting machine and a mighty marine
But he calls his mama back every chance he gets
Cause even superman is still, somebody's kid, somebody's kid

He's on watch all night but he's dreaming 'bout
What his friends are doing when he's not around
He's so far out but his mind is halfway home
He's counting down the MRE's till he gets to grandma's mac 'n cheese
He's hoping that his flight won't take too long

Cause tonight he's coming home

When he's, out on the field he's got, a body of steel
And his mama called twice even though he's off the grid
He's a, a fighting machine and a mighty marine
But he calls his mama back every chance he gets
Cause even superman is still somebody's

He's been thinking 'bout the fireworks and summer nights
Never thought he'd miss his sister and their stupid fights
Never told her how alone he was every time he'd write
Cause it's so hard for her to realize

That he's out on the field with a body of steel
And his mama called twice even though he's off the grid
He's a, a fighting machine and a mighty marine
But he calls his mama back every chance he gets
Cause even superman is still, somebody's kid
Even superman is still, somebody's kid

feito

Você adicionou todas as palavras desconhecidas dessa música?