Demira Jansen - Bull's eye - De Beste Singer-Songwriter aflevering 1 скачать видео бесплатно

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I receive the whiskey for free.

The lady is wrinkled fancy with apple

cheeks and the bosom gaudy.

Tailor made too high-waisted jeans,

was keen boys to see with his fair toupee.

The bloke of the army had no muscles to see

but fancied himself admiral of his leaky dingy.

Mother's pulling her boy by his ear to the great outdoors.

Her child's mind's eye was blind, alone of a broken home,

imbibed prowess for show in dad's torn coat.

Tullamore Dew is going around,

thirteen to go, then Irish Stout.

Alcohol is plenty on this certain ground,

Draw me a beer, he's got the pounds.

We're drinking steady to heaven's door.

Oh holy priest pour me one more.

Life's value is low, we pray for cowards hope.

Though our fortune is solely a vision of God.

Porter's Ruby shots bull's eye, Guinness was the honor prize.

But the faith was gone, in love and football.

Hunting stolen words in tirade's mouth

Mum ain't the word on this profane ground.

Draw him a beer, I've got the pounds.

We're drinking steady to heaven's door.

Oh holy priest pour me one more.

Life's value is low, we pray for cowards hope.

Though our fortune's solely a vision of God.

We're drinking steady to heaven's door.

Oh holy priest pour me one more.

Life's value is low, we pray for cowards hope.

Though our fortune's solely a vision of God.