The White Stripes - Prickly thorn, but sweetly worn
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Artísta: The White Stripes
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Letra 'Prickly thorn, but sweetly worn'
Singing
Li de li de li oh oh
Well a li de li de li oh oh
Li de li de li oh oh
Well a li de li de li oh
Well the hills are pretty and rollin
but the thorn is sharp and swollen
and the man plays a beutiful whistle
but he wears a prickly thistle.
Singing
Li de li de li oh oh
Well a li de li de li oh oh
Li de li de li oh oh
Well a li de li de li oh
The silver birches pierce through the icy fog
which covers the ground most daily
and the angels which carry St. Andrew high
are singing a tune most gaily.
One sound can hold back a thousand hands
when the pipe plays a tune forlorn
and the thistle is a prickly flower
aye, but how is sweetly worn.
Singing
Li de li de li oh oh
Well a li de li de li oh oh
Li de li de li oh oh
Well a li de li de li oh