Pink Floyd The Scarecrow текст песни, слова песни The Scarecrow Pink Floyd
Pink Floyd - The Scarecrow
Stood with a bird on his hat and swore
Everywhere he didn't care
He stood in a field where barley grows
His head did no thinking, his arms didn't move
Except when the wind cut up and mice ran
Around on the ground
He stood in a field where barley grows
The black and green scarecrow was sadder than me
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