: (Greg Brown) It's another happy April To every happy fool. And you move through my dreams Like a trout moves through a pool. Sure I will do anything
: (B. Phillips) On the banks of the river where the willows hang down And the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound Down in the hollow where
: (Natalie Merchant) Where in the hell can you go far from the things that you know Far from the sprawl of concrete that keeps crawling its way about
: (Josh Ritter) At night we crossed the border Following a Black robe To the edge of the reservationton Cataldo Mission Where the saints and all the
: (Greg Brown) Coldest night of the winter working up my farewell In the middle of everything under no particular spell I am dreaming of the mountains
: (Joe Henry) I might just change my mind Sometimes you can never tell Where a story will unwind How deep is the shallow ground Sometimes you would
: (Gillian Welch/David Rawlings) I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died I was thinking that night about Elvis Day
: (Gillian Welch/David Rawlings) Caleb Meyer, he lived alone In them hollarin' pines Then he made a little whiskey for himself Said it helped pass the
: (Steve Earle) It's Christmastime in Washington The Democrats rehearsed Gettin' into gear for four more years Things not gettin' worse The Republicans
: I hear it in your silence. When you don't speak. Well, what's funny then. Isn't funny anymore. I can hear it in your voice. There's always a catch.
: amaneci sin ti me siento muy feliz amenaci sin ti y hoy me siento feliz Hoy amaneci sin ti no eres parte de mi vida tanto tiempo que sufri fue una
Amaneci sin ti Me siento muy feliz Amenaci sin ti Y hoy me siento feliz Hoy amaneci sin ti No eres parte de mi vida Tanto tiempo que sufri Fue una dura
Tradução: Julian Casablancas. 4 acordes de la gran tribulación.
I hear it in your silence. When you don't speak. Well, what's funny then. Isn't funny anymore. I can hear it in your voice. There's always a catch. We
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patient Comme un guepard, l?instant Quelle tourne au vert C?est bien plus qu?un depart C?est ton metier Grand Champion (x4) International, de course Grand
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