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
Come all you weary travellers that's out of work just mind
You take a trip to Bungaree and plenty there you'll find
Have a trial with the cockies, you can take it straight from me
I'm very sure you'll rue the day you first saw Bungaree
Well how I come this weary way I mean to let you know
Being out of employment I didn't know where to go
So I went to the registry office and there I did agree
To take a job of clearing for a cocky in Bungaree
His homestead was of surface mud, the roof of mouldy thatch
The doors and windows hung by a nail with never a bolt or catch
The chickens laid eggs on the table such a sight you never did see
One laid an egg in the old tin plate of the cocky of Bungaree
Well, it's early the very next morning, it was the usual go
He rattled a plate for breakfast before the sun did show
The stars were shining glorious and the moon was high, you see
I thought before the sun would rise I'd die in Bungaree
By the time I come into supper, it was just on half past nine
And when I had it eat I reckon it was my bedtime
But the cocky he come over to me and he says with a merry laugh
I want you now for an hour or two to cut a bail of chaff
Well, when the work was over, I had to nurse the youngest child
Whenever I cracked a bit of a joke the missus she would smile
The old feller he got jealous, looked like he'd murder me
And there he sat and whipped the cat, the cocky in Bungaree
Well, when I'd done my first week's work I reckoned I'd had enough
I went up to that cocky and asked him for me stuff
I came down into Ballarat and it didn't take me long
I went straight into Sayer's Hotel and blued me one pound one
So now me job is over and I'm at liberty
I'll never forget the day I met that cocky in Bungaree