A truly good book teaches me better than to read it. I must soon lay it down, and commence living on its hint.... What I began by reading, I must finish by acting.

Henry David Thoreau

Bạn cần đăng nhập để download eBook.
 
 
 
 
A Perfect Indian
Sáng tác:
Warning: Invalid argument supplied for foreach() in /var/www/pghtml/web/motsach/lyrics/lyrics_content_body.php on line 26
Lời nhạc Sinéad O'Connor: epub ePub PDF A4A4   PDF A5A5   PDF A6A6  
 
A Perfect Indian is he
Remembering him life is sweet
Like a weeping willow
His face on my pillow
Comes to me still in my dreams
 
And there I saw a young baby
A beautiful daughter was she
A face from a painting
Red cheeks and teeth aching
Her eyes like a wild Irish sea
 
On a table in her yellow dress
For a photograph feigned happiness
Why in my life is that the only time
That any of you will smile at me
 
I'm sailing on this terrible ocean
I've come for my self to retrieve
Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children
And there's only one way to be free
 
He's shy and he speaks quietly
He's gentle and he seems to me
Like the elf-arrow
His face worn and harrowed
Is he a daydreamer like me
 
I'm sailing on this terrible ocean
I've come for my self to retrieve
Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children
And there's only one way to be free