hot air hangs like a dead man from a white oak tree people sitting on porches thinking how things used to be dark night dark night the neighborhood was
Hot air hangs like a dead man From a white oak tree People sitting on porches Thinking how things used to be Dark night Dark night The neighborhood was
Traducere: Dave Alvin. Dark Night.
Hot air hangs like a dead man From a white oak tree People sitting on porches Thinking how things used to be Dark night Dark night The neighborhood
: Hot air hangs like a dead man From a white oak tree People sitting on porches Thinking how things used to be Dark night Dark night The neighborhood
