Текст песни JETHRO TULL - Hunting Girl
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Текст песни JETHRO TULL - Hunting Girl
One day I walked the road and crosses a field to goby where the hounds ran hardAnd on the master raced behind, the hunters chasedto where the pass was barred.One fine young lady's refused the tence to clearI un-locked the gatebut she did wait until the pack haddisappeared.( )Crop-handle carved in bone, sat high upon a throne of finestEngleesh leatherThe Queen of all the Pack: this joker raised his hat andtalked about the weather.All should be warned about this high-born Hunting Girl.She took this simple man's downfall in hand; I raised theflag that she unfurled.Boot leather flashing and spur-necks the size of your thumb.This high-born hunter had tastes as strange as they come.Unbrided passion: I took the bit in my teethHer standing over me on my knees underneath.