Letra de Tell Me What Kind Of Man Jesus Is - Aaron Neville
Tell Me What Kind Of Man Jesus Is
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It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell,
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell
They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale,
But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell
They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records, all rock, and rhythm and jazz
But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell
They bought a souped-up jitney, was a cherry red '53,
Drove down to New Orleans to celebrate the anniversary
It was there where Pierre was married to the lovely mademoiselle
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell
They had a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell,
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell
Tell Me What Kind Of Man Jesus Is
por Aaron Neville
It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell,
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell
They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale,
But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell
They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records, all rock, and rhythm and jazz
But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell
They bought a souped-up jitney, was a cherry red '53,
Drove down to New Orleans to celebrate the anniversary
It was there where Pierre was married to the lovely mademoiselle
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell
They had a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell,
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell
