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America The Tree

Eyes Holdin' back the tears That they've held for years How can I tell you? I don't want to make you cry Why should I even try? Why should I even try

Пераклад: Амерыка. Дрэва.

Пераклад: Амерыка. Бэл дрэва.

Eyes Holdin' back the tears That they've held for years How can I tell you? I don't want to make you cry Why should I even try? Why should I even

Don't wait for me at the willow tree Love will be waiting for you The wind through the leaves plays a symphony Harmony, rhapsody too Don't bend

what, hut, hut, hike, media, blitz Let's hear it for Americas suitehearts I must confess, I'm in love with my own sins Let's hear it for Americas suitehearts

I'm a nigga, not a colored man or a black Or a negro or Afro-American, I'm all that Yes, I was born in America, true Does South Central look like America

Well, I picked out a tree And I tied it to the car There's a wreath up on our door Eight tiny reindeer in the yard I drove under the downtown lights

Rock And The Mecca of Albino Squirrels We've been to ghost towns, theme parks, wax museums And the place where you can drive through the middle of a tree