нашёл дома ножи? импровизируй
Listen for a moment lads
And hear me tell my tale
How over the sea from England shore
I was condemned to sail
The jury found me guilty sir
And said the judge, said he
"For life, Jim Jones, I sentence you
Across the stormy sea

But take my tip before you ship
To join the iron gang
Don't be too gay in Botany Bay
Or else you'll surely hang
Or else you'll surely hang,"he says
"And after that, Jim Jones
High upon the gallows tree
The crows will pick your bones"

читать дальше


©

@темы: и носить на груди как розу душистую