Popopopo, this!. Mon ami Angelo. A tra? N? La savate. Dans les petites rues. O? Chantait Bab-el-Oued. Parmi les murs tout blancs. Quand le soleil? Clate. Ecrasant la Casbah. Et dess? Chant
track. We kept chickens in a pen in the back. And everybody said we was po' folks My daddy was a farmer but all he ever raised was us. Dug a forty foot well, struck thirty six gallons of dust. The
He use to sing his songs to his Sara Jane,. The folk singer,. His songs filled with love made the mountains ring,. To the folk singer,. At first Sara Jane was to be his bride,. But as his fame
Ku-you-i-po I love you more today. More today than yesterday. But I love you less today. Less than I will tomorrow. . See the sweet Hawaiian rose. See it blossom see it grow. That's the story
Ku-you-i-po I love you more today. More today than yesterday. But I love you less today. Less than I will tomorrow. . See the sweet Hawaiian rose. See it blossom see it grow. That's the story
' 'em. An' some cozy little footies on their mind Po-jama people!. Po-jama people, people!. Lawd, they make you sleepy. With the things they might say. Po-jama people!. Po-jama people, people
Give the po' man a break. Give the po' man a break Give the po' man a. Give the po' man a. Give the po' man a Give the po' man a. Give the po' man a. Give the po' man a Give the po' man a break
strain. With folk songs plaintive and others gay. In their own peculiar way. . American folk songs, i feel. Have a much stronger appeal. . The real American folksong is a rag. A mental jag. A
Like a folk singer's song I'm moving on. And I'm not the kind of man that acts very strong. When the girls are looking on. When the girls are looking on. If you tied my hands and put chains on my
Ku-you-i-po I love you more today. More today than yesterday. But I love you less today. Less than I will tomorrow. . See the sweet Hawaiian rose. See it blossom see it grow. That's the story
chơi tẹt pô. Và đó cũng là công việc để cho tao kiếm tiền. Đôi khi là nhiều quá nhiều . Cũng có những lần đã khiến tao liều quá liều . Cũng có những lần sấp mặt các kiểu. Để tao biết là có những điều mày
Song The Folk Singer - Johnny Cash. As I walk these narrow streets where a million passin' feet are before me. With my guitar in my hand suddenly I realize nobody knows me. Well yesterday the motor
