Перевод: Tori Amos. Фермер В Dell.
I've got miles of trouble spreadin' far and wide Bills on the table gettin' higher and higher They just keep on comin', there ain't no end in sight I'
Where the farmers used to live Earth was flying through the sky It had nothing left to give Tractors were burning On the Whitehouse lawn Just woke up one morning And the farmers
Kommer fran fel del av garden, fran andra sidan sparet jag vaxte upp med zigenare och romer som spela handklaver o ville spa mig medan min farsa tomde
where aleister crowley milks cows in the dairy and the cows are the dowry for the dead girls he marries tariffs are tallied when bovines are buried the farmer in the dell
death Mama The liberation's on the way Every dog gonna have it's day Pack up your rape racks and crush box out of hell Farmer in the dell Oh, please
'll make you happy When you start to sing a snappy Little number that will bounce you right along Bert: No! Ernie: Like "Farmer In The Dell" or "Old McDonald Had A Farm
to sing a Snappy little number that will bounce you right along. no... Like "Farmer in the Dell" or "Old MacDonald had a Farm" or maybe "What's the Name
Telling the story of a ghost but I chose you I could have been a wizard with a big book of spells I could have been a diva or a farmer in the dell I
't smell You called this meeting but you wouldn't tell Now I can see you're gonna give me hell I am the cheese and you're the farmer in the dell I don
At market day in Huntley toon An' it was there, I did agree Wi' Bogieside, the farmer A twelve month for to fee Tae drive his twa best horses That's
mud damn right folk nuttin' but love And these blocks don't hold yeaga nuttin' but uhh Simple life back to its hardest again Farmer in the dell, I'll
surgeon who cured the elms Or the man at the vegetable stand Or the guru who cast a spell Or the Yalie from New Haven Or the farmer in the Dell How
ALL REPEAT] CHIEF FLUNKY: The Secretary of Agriculture! [MUSIC: "THE FARMER IN THE DELL"] LIPPMAN: [ENTERING] The farmers in the dell, The farmers in the dell
moorcock springs on whirring wings Among the blooming heather Now waving grain, wild o'er the plain Delights the weary farmer And the moon shines bright
(Howdy Neighbor) Verse: Oh, things are gonna jell For the farmer in the dell And how, and how! Keep the roads a-clear, It's a "go to market" year,
And if I'm stranded here without you near Then I won't make it But these city lights, they look so bright You'd think they'd let it But I'm saying bye
