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Chris Isaakin Wicked Gamea oli vaikea olla kuulematta 20 vuotta sitten, mutta en biisiä muista kuulleeni enää vuosiin. Kovaa tuo muusikon työ kun joutuu musiikkivideoissakin temmeltää kaunottarien kanssa rannalla.
Koskettava (tosi)tarina Suuressa sodassa kuolleesta miehestä, hänen naisystävän näkökulmasta nähtynä. Jimmie Rodgers, countryn isähahmo, sai innoituksen ystävänsä Sammie Williamsin kohtalosta. Miksi näitä ei nykyään kuulla kuin henkilökohtaisen kirjaston avulla?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s0BSfRSouhs
Once I had a sweetheart, A sweetheart brave and true. His hair was dark and curly, His loving eyes were blue.
He told me that he loved me, And he often proved it so. And he often came to see me, When the ev'ning sun was low.
But fate took him away To this awful German war, And when he came to say goodbye, My heart did overflow.
He says, "Goodbye, little darling, To France I must go."
He takes the golden finger ring and he placed it on my hand, Said, "Remember me, little darling, When I'm in no man's land.
He promised he would write to me, That promise he's kept true. And when I read this letter, friend, I pray the war is through.
The second letter I got from him, The war was just ahead. The third one, wrote by his captain, My darling dear was dead.
I'll keep all of his letters, I'll keep his gold ring, too. And I'll always live a single life For the soldier who was so true.
Koskettava (tosi)tarina Suuressa sodassa kuolleesta miehestä, hänen naisystävän näkökulmasta nähtynä. Jimmie Rodgers, countryn isähahmo, sai innoituksen ystävänsä Sammie Williamsin kohtalosta. Miksi näitä ei nykyään kuulla kuin henkilökohtaisen kirjaston avulla?
VastaaPoistahttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s0BSfRSouhs
Once I had a sweetheart,
A sweetheart brave and true.
His hair was dark and curly,
His loving eyes were blue.
He told me that he loved me,
And he often proved it so.
And he often came to see me,
When the ev'ning sun was low.
But fate took him away
To this awful German war,
And when he came to say goodbye,
My heart did overflow.
He says, "Goodbye, little darling,
To France I must go."
He takes the golden finger ring
and he placed it on my hand,
Said, "Remember me, little darling,
When I'm in no man's land.
He promised he would write to me,
That promise he's kept true.
And when I read this letter, friend,
I pray the war is through.
The second letter I got from him,
The war was just ahead.
The third one, wrote by his captain,
My darling dear was dead.
I'll keep all of his letters,
I'll keep his gold ring, too.
And I'll always live a single life
For the soldier who was so true.
Taitaa olla turhan extremekamaa valtavirran radioihin. Radiomafian rootsillassa aikoinaan tää ois voinu hyvinkin tulla.
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