Near Barcelona, the peasant crooned. The old traditional Spanish tunes. The Neapolitan street song sighs. You think of Italian skies. . Each nation has a creative vein. Originating a native
Go on home British soldiers, go on home. Have you got no *** homes of your own. For 800 years we've fought you without fear. And we'll fight you for 800 more. If you stay British soldiers, if you
When I was young I used to be as fine a man as ever you'd see. The Prince of Wales, he said to me, "Come and join the British army. ". When I was young I had a twist of punching babies with me fist
Near Barcelona, the peasant crooned. The old traditional Spanish tunes. The Neapolitan street song sighs. You think of Italian skies. . Each nation has a creative vein. Originating a native
Song The Folk Singer - Johnny Cash. As I walk these narrow streets where a million passin' feet are before me. With my guitar in my hand suddenly I realize nobody knows me. Well yesterday the motor
crush on the son of a working man. I know that made the major sore. But still he smiled with the utmost self-control. The day the British army lost the war And they argued over tea. And they argued
Like a folk singer's song I'm moving on. And I'm not the kind of man that acts very strong. When the girls are looking on. When the girls are looking on. If you tied my hands and put chains on my
Bài hát Sông Quê - Khánh Bình. Hò . ơ . sông quê nước chảy đôi bờ . Để anh chín dại mười khờ thương em. . ------------------ -------------------- . Có một dòng sông chảy tràn trong trí nhớ . Làng
Aged upon the way as he held his head strait. Making plans on the favoured and their folk. Tome to rest as he stood upon his nest. Taking chance upon a chest that beating jive. I keep my sould my