Flapped ragged wings - or the boundary kings There is often her stock of the fortune it brings It's my living stoop - brings out a broken croop It delivers it's steam to the manner of fault The way they ward it off - just pray it stays aloft When it comes for the brave - and it comes for the soft Beware of the jagged beak - in which they fear to speak Now they'll think your extempt from the truth here it seems And if you you here that the crooked bird just closed your shuttest eyes Heed the warning wriiten here to live to see the lies If you look into the sky and can't you tell They ward it off - just prays it stays aloft When it comes for the brave and it comes for the soft Beware the jagged beak - in which they fear to speak Now they'll think your extempt from the truth here it seems And if you here that crooked bird just close your shuttest eyes Heed the warning written here to live to see the lies If you look in to the sky and you can't tell It will alight And if you here that crooked bird just close your shuttest eyes Heed the warning written here and live to see the lies If you look into the sky and can't tell It will alightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
