right, but you might think it's wrong. Just a little glimpse of a story I'll tell "Bout an East Coast city that you all know well. It's hard times in
the poor. There's a song that will linger forever in our ears, Oh, hard times, come again no more. 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary. Hard times, hard times
the poor There's a song that will linger forever in our ears Oh, hard times, come again no more 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary Hard times, hard times
right, but you might think it's wrong Just a little glimpse of a story I'll tell 'Bout an east coast city that you all know well It's hard times in the
poor. There's a song that will linger forever in our ears, Oh, hard times, come again no more. 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary. Hard times, hard times
Übersetzung: Dylan, Bob. Hard Times in New York City.
Übersetzung: Dylan, Bob. Harte Zeiten.
you right, but you might think it's wrong. Just a little glimpse of a story I'll tell "Bout an East Coast city that you all know well. It's hard times
