Текст песни The White Stripes - Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn
The White Stripes - Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn слова песни
Текст песни The White Stripes - Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn
SingingLi De Li De Li Oh OhWell A Li De Li De Li Oh OhLi De Li De Li Oh OhWell A Li De Li De Li Oh OhWell the hills are pretty and rollin'But the thorn is sharp and swollen( )And the man plays a beautiful whistleBut he wears a prickly thistleSingingLi De Li De Li Oh OhWell A Li De Li De Li Oh OhLi De Li De Li Oh OhWell A Li De Li De Li Oh OhThe silver birches pierce through an icy fogWhich covers the ground most dailyAnd the angels which carry St. Andrew highAre singing a tune most gailyOne sound can hold back a thousand handsWhen the pipe plays a tune forlornAnd the thistle is a prickly flowerAye, But how it is sweetly wornSingingLi De Li De Li Oh OhWell A Li De Li De Li Oh OhLi De Li De Li Oh OhWell A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh