Well, if I should fall from grace with God Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sand Where the Angels won't receive me Let me go,
I come old friend from hell tonight Across the rotting sea Nor the nails of the cross, nor the blood of Christ Can bring you help this eve The dead have
If I should fall from grace with God Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sand Where the ANGELS WON'T RECEIVE ME Let me go, boys
Sit down by the fire And I'll tell you a story To send you away to your bed Of the things you hear creeping When everyone's sleeping And you wish you
Dear old Times Square's favorite bard Then we raised a glass to JFK And a dozen more besides When I got back to my empty room I suppose I must have
Hello mate! ItA's an instrumental, so no lyrics !!!
days are done I bet on a horse called the 'Bottle Of Smoke' And my horse won Stewards inquiries, swift and fiery I had the bottle of smoke Inquisitions and suppositions I
ringing out Christmas day I could have been someone Say, so could anyone That I took your dreams from you When you first found me But I kept them with me, babe I
breeze On a road leading up Glenaveigh I sat for a while at the cross at Finnoe Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom Heard the men coming home from
Haul away, you'll hear me sing We're bound for South Australia As I walked out one morning fair Heave away, haul away 'Twas there I met Miss Nancy Blair
I am francisco vasquez garcia I am welcome to almeria We have sin gas and con leche We have fiesta and feria We have the song of the cochona We have brandy
in and the worms crawl out The ones that crawl in are lean and thin The ones that crawl out are fat and stout Your eyes fall in and your teeth fall out
The Irish Rover There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee There was Hogan from County Tyrone There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work And a man from
an evening breeze coming from the east That kissed the riverside So I pray now child that you sleep tonight When you hear this lullaby Well the wind that blows from
ترجمة: وPogues. إذا كان يجب أن أسقط من أعين الله.
ترجمة: ثلاثة وخارج الصوت. وPogues -- إذا كان ينبغي لي أن يسقط من غريس مع الله.
(Shane MacGowan) If I should fall from grace with god Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sod But the angels won't receive me Let