to see And I will cross his palm My first born for a song My first born for a song My first born for a song My first born for a song Somewhere in this
And I will cross his palm My first born for a song Somewhere in this froth And howling wind There's something worth singing Climb into the attic to write me a
Übersetzung: Bell X1. My First For A Song Born.
see And I will cross his palm My first born for a song Somewhere in this froth And howling wind There's something worth singing Climb into the attic to write me a