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Jethro Tull Rock Island

Marty loved the sound of the stolen mandolin Somebody took it on a dare in the nighttime Run up to the radio, calling out to the wind Now, bring it, bring

I walked out in the city night A burnin' in my eyes like it was broad daylight And it was hot, down there in the crowd The stars went out behind a thunder

I have no credit rating And it might not take a lot, to be alone just like you Heading up and out now, from your rock island Really good to have had

However hair shirt 'round my shoulder Got a cold stew in my spoon And I'm fallin' on my head, liftin' feet of lead Now it's got me bayin' at the moon

you're drowning well, the tide goes down You're back on your Rock Island, Rock Island Rock Island Rock Island Rock Island Rock, Rock, Rock Rock Island

Traducere: Jethro Tull. Rock Island.

: I wear a hair shirt round my shoulder. Got a cold stew in my spoon. And I'm falling on my head, lifting feet of lead now it's got me baying at the

: I walked out in the city night, A burning in my eyes, like it was broad daylight. And it was hot, down there in the crowd. The stars went out behind

: Working on the late shift, first drink of the day. Pull a chair up to the table, have to look the other way. What kind of place am I in? And who'