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lyrics La Taverna d'Old John
Stout and money counting
You will find the nostalgia
to port, a la taverna d'Old John.
There are poets who failed
and four musicians have always played
songs in the spirit of James Joyce.
Old John is a legend in the site
he will never leave this part.
The path that leads me to the tavern Old John
is full of disappointments is a noble man
and returns all m'acollirà sure your hands.
Coming back here after so long
I think people see it
Lost in the stories of Old John.
His photos fill the walls
their memories in time unemployed
Old John observes the heart.
And afraid of losing power one day this site
he will never leave his corner.
The path that leads me to Dublin
is full of traps
this land is noble and unburned
m'acollirà sure your hands.
Memories of war, Camiseta gastades
Burns faces is all I found.
The path that leads me to the tavern Old John
is full of disappointments
is a noble man and returns all
m'acollirà sure your hands.
this song is fantastic.
If someone is listening now, I think that with.
Eeeeeeeei… I like that you use the youtube video that I upload!!! Visca in pep!
Nuria, Jo thought in your, although we do not know. Tootsies