Słowa
słowa do nauczenia się
The gold road's sure a long road
Winds on through the hills for fifteen days
The pack on my back is aching
The straps seem to cut me like a knife
The gold road's sure a long road
Winds on through the hills for fifteen days
The pack on my back is aching
The straps seem to cut me like a knife
I'm no clown I won't back down
I don't need you to tell me what's going down
Down, down, down, down, da down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, da down, down, down
I'm standing alone, I'm watching you all
