Jennifer Hall piosenki

Down to the village shop The wind is high It's rushing through the trees We kicked the puddles Scuffed our shoes A shilling in each pocket For liquorice and chews Down from the high hilltop Sliding down the banks We tumbled as we flew Swam in the st...

I'm staring into your eyes and they are full of fire I hope I make it out alive Your grip is strong, your hands with intense desires, oh I hope I make it out alive, I hope I make it out alive He lifts his heads high, don't trust his alibi, those fortu...