my own hands to take us to the moon I took a pen in my own hand and wrote you a hundred tunes Now I'm crazy for you but not that crazy I'm crazy for
qualified service personnel" Let this be the epitaph for my heart Cupid put too much poison in the dart This is the epitaph for my heart Because it's
Should time allow us to describe our prowess It would be quite hard to overrate For we are the king of the boudoir old thing And the king doesn't like
go dancing There'll be time enough for talking in the home, my love There'll be time enough for sleeping when we're dead You will have a velvet pillow for
masters wont leave us Your not the only one Looking for your turn Setting off the fires To watch our bridges burn Burn Wait for me, hopelessly
번역: 필드. 필드에 송.
Our masters wont leave us Your not the only one Looking for your turn Setting off the fires To watch our bridges burn Burn Wait for me, hopelessly
won't leave us You're not the only one Looking for your turn Setting off the fires To watch our bridges burn Burn Wait for me, hopelessly
rake, yeah. How many lives will it take before we can end this war? Bring Johnny home soon, he forgot what it was that they were fighting for. In fields
parents had their hard times fifty years ago When they stood out in these empty fields, in dust as deep as snow And all this trouble in our fields
Fido, your leash is too long You go where you don?t belong You?ve been digging in the rubble Gettin? bitches in trouble Fido, your leash is too long
Nickee Coco woke up early one Tuesday morning and decided to go for a walk in the tomato field behind her house. As she was walking along she saw a magnificently
, you should protest, yeah, you should picket me I'm on a losing strike, I'm on a winning streak I'm out in left field, I'm speaking mentally But that
happens It happens in every way This world I like We architects of life A song, a sigh Developing words that linger Through fields of green through open eyes This for
I know you'd like to hear a song that sings everything's alright the temperature is warm the fire horses sleep so gently comes the night.. Now close
horse? Who ran the iron horse? Who ran the iron horse? I want to watch you windblown facing Waves of wheat for your embracing Folks sing a song of the
There's mosquitoes on the river Fish are rising up like birds It's been hot for seven weeks now Too hot to even speak now Did you hear what I just heard
the wheel for someone else's selfish gain Here there is no choosing, working the clay Wearing their anger like a ball and chain Fire in the field, underneath
