Pull out the bunting She made 'em one by one Hang 'em in the trees Or they'll blow away Move to the country The town has told its tale You'll be forgotten
Pull out the bunting She made then one by one Hang'em in the trees Until a breeze it comes Move to the country The town has told its tale When the sutumn
Traducere: The Good, Bad \u0026amp; The Queen. Presură Song.
