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Is this is not a pretty tale? Is this not a riddle? A bow shoots arrows through the air A bow drags notes from a fiddle But who is the beau of a young

You've been taught that this won't do They put me in the picture but the film turned blue A glimpse of you, turning the town red A head full of brand

Is this is not a pretty tale? Is this not a riddle? A bow shoots arrows through the air A bow drags notes from a fiddle But who is the beau of poor girl

Oh I used to be disgusted and now I try to be amused. But since their wings have got rusted, you know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes. But when they

Перевод: Элвис Костелло. (Ангелы хотят носить мои) Красные башмачки.

Is this is not a pretty tale? Is this not a riddle? A bow shoots arrows through the air A bow drags notes from a fiddle But who is the beau of poor girl

You've been taught that this won't do They put me in the picture but the film turned blue A glimpse of you, Turning The Town Red. A head full of brand

: I'm cutting up her pure white dress That I dyed red That I dyed red I'm putting scraps in cheap tin lockets What time erases and memory mocks I'll

: Oh I used to be disgusted and now I try to be amused. But since their wings have got rusted, you know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes. But when