The White Stripes Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn текст песни, слова песни Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn The White Stripes

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The White Stripes - Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn

Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn

Singing
Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh

Well the hills are pretty and rollin'
But the thorn is sharp and swollen
And the man plays a beautiful whistle
But he wears a prickly thistle

Singing
Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh

The silver birches pierce through an icy fog
Which covers the ground most daily
And the angels which carry St. Andrew high
Are singing a tune most gaily

One sound can hold back a thousand hands
When the pipe plays a tune forlorn
And the thistle is a prickly flower
Aye, But how it is sweetly worn

Singing
Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh

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The White Stripes Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn текст песни, слова песни Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn The White Stripes

The White Stripes - Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn

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