Cotton fiels.
When I was little bitty vavy my mama would rock in my crade in them mounth cotton field back home.
It was down in lusiana just about amile from Texarkana in them mounth cotton field back home.
Oh when those cotton bolls get rotton you can not pick pery much cotton in them mounth cotton fields back home.
It was down in lusiana just about amile from Texarkana in them mounth cotton fields back home.
Senin, 25 Juli 2011
Selasa, 12 April 2011
Three little bird.
Three little bird.
Don’t worry a bout thing cause every little thing gone be alright singin don’t worry a bout thing cause every little thing gone be alright.
Rise up this morning smile with the risen sun three little bird pitch by my doorstop sing in sweet song of melodies fure and true sing in this is my message to you.
Don’t worry a bout thing cause every little thing gone be alright singin don’t worry a bout thing cause every little thing gone be alright.
Rise up this morning smile with the risen sun three little bird pitch by my doorstop sing in sweet song of melodies fure and true sing in this is my message to you.
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