have you not role your eyes Can I weep about my maker And the way he died I know it don't make sense To those who ride the fence But I'm so out to cry
Пераклад: Needham, Джымі. Плот Riders.
And have you not role your eyes Can I weep about my maker And the way he died I know it don't make sense To those who ride the fence But I'm so out to
