Go tell Aunt Rhodie
Go tell Aunt Rhodie
Go tell Aunt Rhodie
The old gray goose is dead
She died in the morning
She died in the morning
She died in the morning
With a pain across her head
Tell her it’s the that she’s been saving
The one she’s been saving
The one she’s been saving
For her feather bed
TanyaRADA пишет:
- спасибо! От Души!!! ( Улыбаюсь...)все так!!!Liza пишет:
Любимая песня моей мамы