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Текст песни Running Wild - Little Big Horn

Running Wild - Little Big Horn слова песни




Hey Mr. Custer, why d`you dare the hand of fate ?The claw of death waits to grabA golden medal, your honour idolizedYour heard is Stone, your blood is icedCeaseless rifle fire, blowing your dreams awayThe barrels`re running hot, what a painful bloody dayLast fight at Little Big HornThe hand of death was waitingTo take the soldier blue awayLast fight on Little Big HornWhere the last command was givenAnd all soldiers fought in vainThe soldiers`re riding unprepared for the attackA touch of death, the shotguns crackThe blood is flowing, the desert stand turns redWhy did your lend them to this trap ?Ceaseless rifle fire, blowing your dreams awayThe barrels`re running hot, what a painful bloody dayLast fight at Little Big HornThe hand of death was waitingTo take the soldier blue awayLast fight on Little Big HornWhere the last command was givenAnd all soldiers fought in vain

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