Are we rolling? A one, a two, a three, a four A mother was washing her baby one night The youngest of ten and a delicate mite The mother was poor and
번역: 에릭 클랩튼. 어머니의 슬퍼 하세.
번역: 크림. 어머니의 슬퍼 하세.
) Are we wollin'? A one, a two, a free, a four... A mother was washing her baby one night, The youngest of ten and a delicate mite. The mother was poor
? Billy: Yeah fuc' (?) yeava listen, fuckin' drink you'll piss your 'art into the ground (?) Drink, as fuck "Billy, your mother's here!" Billy: YEAAAH?! (My mother's
lyrics by Corb Lund Lester Cousins left his brothers on a work truck filled with others Cuz his father?d left his mother years ago And Lester?s mother
spin. matching jackets for the siamese twins, brand new shoes I cruise around the writer's block and find the poet's tree, johnny rockwell you know it's
god Sworn to decayed deceit Hear the lament of the weak Spawned painful disease Retribution of all curses return Mothers, sisters, blasphemous lust
It's in the air you breath and it's also in the water. it's something you can't see you've been warned of by you mothers you've had enough to see you
and lament, Another day's useless energy spent. Impassioned lovers wrestle as one, Lonely man cries for love and has none. New mother picks up and suckles
in the aisle Pretend you're a garden girl and it's your day to wed We found your man He's drinking up, he's all-American And he'll drive He's volunteered
' The Cradle On a bright summer's evening I chanced to go roving Down by the clear river I rollicked along. I heard an old man making sad lamentation;
dead... in me So let the night take thee in her arms, And dry these tears into her embrace It's the end of pretending and defending... God's holy light
robbery despite Julie's protests, and the women lament their lack of power (Geraniums In The Winter/Stonecutters Cut It On Stone/What's The Use Of Wond
s dining room table and reunite Ugly with his mother for a last farewell if Ugly will agree to be the Cat?s main course. Desperate to see his mother and
Horned and the Great Mother! And where the wind blows, at the mercy of the oneiric, it is the touch of the world's spirits which enhances my magic. Mind's
