Перевод: Дальнего. Пони.
even come on You're far from home so leave it alone You creeping with the king of the throne You sleeping in a tee and a thong With your hair in a pony
Her father was a sailor Looked so handsome in the picture Her mother loved her soldier She was crying as she held her Anchored in the harbor It was
waters of Tyne in between you and I As a child I dreamed of her, on the far banks of the river I knew she could not be reached, for my mind was forever wondering Far
go pee-pee, yo you don't know me You're just a New Kid on My Jock, tip-seekin and you're phony It's my little pony and you cannot get a ride So when
how far they can throw ya funny how the money goes well you took em to the cleaners with all the other dreamers at the dog & pony show
Well we had a lot of luck on Venus We always had a ball on Mars We meeting all the groovey people We've rocked the Milky Way so far We danced around with
pony And ride out somewhere where you can be lonely All by yourself, instead of tellin' me Here we are, and we never get very far Things are never as
, rock, rock and roll Can you still recall in the Jukebox Hall When the music played And the World span ?round to a brand new sound In those far off
'n Roll Rock, Rock'n Roll Can you still recall in the Jukebox Hall when the music played, And the World span round to a brand new sound in those far off
coast, or rushed into the brine You left your rings on the shoreline So you wouldn't lose them, swimming in the shallows A plastic shovel soft sweaty children far
Ernie Singalong thanks to Brian Fennell (fenn@wpi.WPI.EDU) Ernie Bert ***** **** [Watery sounds] Yanky Doodle went to town a-riding on his pony
riding On a blood red painted pony Up where the heavens were dividing And the angels turned to ashes You came tumbling with them to earth So far below
I planned to go alone But the road was long and home was far So I stopped off at this little cowboy-looking bar I walked on through the door and she just smiled In a long pony
I can make a wicked Noise like a cricket Rubbin' his legs My rhymes are like eggs I'll keep layin' 'em, I'll keep sayin' 'em This is the House of Pain, we're far
! Well, here we are halfway through the Trick Pony record, An' I am standin' here right now with the legendary George Jones. Now George, how do you like the record so far
