sloan — тексты песен
- Lakes Of Pontchartrain
The Lakes of Pontchartrain by Harvey Reid (as sung by Martin Simpson ) Through streams and bogs and under bush, I made my weary way, Though windfalls thick and devil`s floods, my aching feet did stray.
- Alive And Well
[Green, Buckland] Evil mischievers, purveyors of sin Metal messiahs damned to the end Vampiric prelates, cardinals of cain Bones in your closet, your pestilent kin We writhe as we rock as we spin as we roll By the light of the ...
В нашей базе исполнителей: 36455,
текстов песен: 420034