A Song Of Six Pence (CD'siz) (İngilizce Hikaye)

Soon we werw in the pinewoods.Sweat had started to run into my eyes,my breath made a shsrp whistle,and when I was that even this remote wood was not far enough,that she meant to take me to the high moors,Imeant to show this woman that I was not the sort of boy to be chucked over that Ppartan cliff,and whit a dry throat and a pumming hearth I kept on.