Musica de Bill Staines 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 Bill Staines tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxDisco, 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 perfeccionar su
Traditional
The fox went out on a chilly night,
And prayed for the moon to give him light,
He had many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o
Town-o, town-o
He had many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o
Well, he ran 'til he came to a great big bin,
The ducks and the geese were kept therein,
He said, "A couple of you are gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town-o
Town-o, town-o...
Well, he grabbed the gray goose by the neck, slung the duck across his back,
He didn't mind their quack, quack, quack
All their legs danglin' down-o.
Down-o, down-o...
Old Momma Flippy-Floppy jumped out of bed,
And out the window she popped her head,
She cried "John, John, the gray goose is gone
and the fox is in the town-o!"
Town-o, town-o...
Then John he went to the top of the hill,
Blew his horn both loud and shrill,
Said the fox "I'd better flee with my kill,
For they'll soon be on my trail-o."
Trail-o, trail-o...
Well, he ran 'til he came to his cosy den,
There were little ones eight, nine, ten,
"Daddy, daddy, better go back again,
For it must be a mighty fine town-o."
Town-o, town-o...
Then the fox and his wife without any strife,
They cut up the goose with a fork and knife,
They never had such a supper in their life,
and the little ones chewed on the bones-o.
Bones-o, Bones-o...