m. Hasta los chaperos te llaman traidor eres la verguenza de la profesin, tumbado todo el da en tu sof, para un poco quieto y ponte a la sombra Toms.
翻訳: ミルズ、エリカ. トムズジャックのお尻.
Hang down your head Tom Dooley hang down your head and cry Hang down your head Tom Dooley poor boy you're bound to die I met her on the mountain there
Frank Warner/John Lomax/Alan Lomax (Spoken recitation over musical accompaniment) Throughout history, there have been many songs written about the eternal
Oh yeah Just for the record let's get the story straight Me and Uncle Tom were fishing it was getting pretty late Out on a cypress limb above the wishin
I am sitting In the morning At the diner On the corner I am waiting At the counter For the man To pour the coffee And he fills it Only halfway And before
great tom's cast and christ church bells sing 1 2 3 4 5 6 and tom comes last
Instrumental.
Hang down your head Tom Dooley Hand down your head and cry Hand down your head Tom Dooley Poor boy you're bound to die I met her on the mountain There
I'm sick of always hearing All those sad songs on the radio All day it is there to remind An over sensitive guy That he's lost and alone, yeah I hate
Hang your head, Tom Dooley Hang your head and cry You killed poor Laurie Foster And you know you're bound to die You left her by the roadside Where you
Hang down your head Tom Dooley hang down your head and cry Hang down your head Tom Dooley poor boy you're bound to die I met her on the mountain and
Activity is killing the actor And a cop's standing out in the road turning traffic away There's nothing she could do until after When his body'd been
Never meant to be so friendly Never made the room look nice Never heed a word of warning Never take my own advice I got a brand-new problem Pretty and
Hang down your head Tom Dooley hang down your head and cry Hang down your head Tom Dooley poor boy you're bound to die Met her on the mountain there
Etched within the centuries, bequeathed upon the generations Litanies guide the baneful, serve the scourge of enmity Inheritants taught nothing less
I am sitting in the morning At the diner on the corner I am waiting at the counter For the man to pour the coffee And he fills it only halfway And before
