Miss Jones knows what the dogs like. And the dogs know what they like about her. In the fields of grass where the young boys run away from, away from, away from...
Hey, hey Miss Jones, when you get down there will you let us know? Father John is worried. Hey, hey Miss Jones, when you get down there will you let us know? Flames of war are burning.
The hills wish they were mountains. And the weeds, to be trees. In the years to come, we all run away from, away from, away from...
Hey, hey Miss Jones, when you get down there will you let us know? Father John is worried. Hey, hey Miss Jones, when you get down there will you let us know? Flames of war are burning.
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Hey, hey Miss Jones, when you get down there will you let us know? Father John is worried. Hey, hey Miss Jones, when you get down there will you let us know? Flames of war are burning.
Hey, hey Miss Jones, when you get down there will you let us know? Father John is worried. Hey, hey Miss Jones, when you get down there will you let us know? Flames of war are burning.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
