Lletres:
Hermanos De La Calle

thats it. [Verse 2] They talking ATL, Atlanta Georgia, We the shit, We talking Holy Feild you know that nigga named Michael Vick They called me mamma boy but now they call

Now who will kiss your lips darlin'? Who will call you sweetheart? Oh, who will tell you they love you? Oh, you once was my little sweetheart Now who

, baby, when times are bad Now call on me, darling, and I'll come to you When you're in trouble and feel so sad Now call on me, darling, come on call

You don?t know where I?m from You don?t know when I?ll come You don?t know much, do you ? Well, neither do I When I come late in your sleep Bringing

and terraced houses Window boxes all around It's never changed in sixty years And it's tumbling down It's never really know by name It's called Gaslight

Traducció: Andrew Germanes. Els calls per al meu País.

Traducció: Gran Germà. Call On Me (Suplent).

Traducció: Winkler, germans. Nen De Les Carrers.

Traducció: Marcy Germans. Call Em Lonely.