Musica de A L Lloyd del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de A L Lloyd tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Lyrics, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para
[Verse 1]
Come all you young fellows that handle a gun
Beware how you shoot when the night's coming on
For young Jimmy met his true love, he mistook her for a swan
And he shot her and killed her by the setting of the sun
[Verse 2]
As Polly was walking all in a shower of rain
She sheltered in a green bush, her beauty to save
With her apron throwed over her, he mistook her for a swan
And he shot her and killed her by the setting of the sun
[Verse 3]
In horror, young Jimmy with his dog and his gun
Crying, "Uncle, dear uncle, have you heard what I done?
I met my own true love, I mistook her for a swan
And I shot her and killed her by the setting of the sun"
[Verse 4]
Then out rushed his uncle, with his locks hanging grey
Crying, "Jimmy, dear Jimmy, don't you run away
Don't leave your own country 'til the trial to come on
For they never will hang you for the shooting of a swan"
[Verse 5]
Oh, the girls of this country, they're all glad, we know
To see young Polly Vaughan brought down so low
You could take them cruel girls and set them in a row
And her beauty would outshine 'em like a fountain of snow
[Verse 6]
Well, the trial wore on and Polly's ghost did appear
Crying, "Uncle, dear uncle, let Jimmy go clear
For my apron was thrown 'round me, he mistook me for a swan
And he never would have shot his own Polly Vaughan"