aunt Rhody The old grey goose is dead Somebody go tell aunt Rhody I want you to go tell aunt Rhody Go, tell aunt Rhody Tell her that the old grey goose
翻訳: デビッドアランコー. オールドグレイグースイズデッド.
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Sail away with me honey I put my heart in your hands Sail away with me honey now, now, now Sail away with me What will be will be I wanna hold you now
't know what has happened But now it seems As if you hadn't been here at all As if you never touched that part of me Day after day, my heart turned grey
lord that my soul he keeps If I should die, before I awake I, I pray the lord that my soul he takes [killah priest] If I die, may the sky turn forever grey
real shit, (real shit) mental, methodic push the hottest product, Bizzy through Ghetto College, checkin' out up out of College. Man I'm not Eddie and I'm not David
By David Allan Coe Dedicated to lovers everywhere. May you always find something in my music to believe in and hold you together. THERE AIN'T NOTHING
The sun shines high above The sounds of laghter The birds swoop down upon The crosses of old grey churches We say that we're in love While secretly wishing
the back told whatever she want, she know got that she know i'm a big boy so i gave her 3 stacks Told her there's a lot more Grey Goose where that came
were near 'Cause those were greener days That we knew Just me and you Sharin' the world together But as they came They went away Our days of green turned into grey
The city gates at twilight And a red ship sinking Behind winter's grey wall Ice in the wind But a fire in the embers of my heart As darkness falls In
I was walking down the high street When I heard footsteps behind me And there was a little old man (hello) In scarlet and grey, shuffling away (laughter
, D-Class, strictly that kush in the weed bag Tryna figure out what Berry Gordy had put in production Studio smoky now, hard like David Ruffin Hit a
guilt out from your eyes, leave your conscience on the bed, there's no one innocent here, In the mirror you'll find faith, Plastic flowers never fade...we all turn to grey
far from Black Jack David But tonight she'll sleep on the cold cold ground And love him and hold him Singing through the green green trees Oh saddle me up my fine grey
DIES IRAE, DIES ILLA SOLVET SAECLUM IN FAVILLA TESTE DAVID CUM SYBILLA Gothic is that enormous portal That leads to the grey wide hall The masterwork
