My love's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June; My love is like a melody So sweetly play'd in tune As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
My love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June My love is like a melody So sweetly played in tune As fair art thou my bonnie lass So deep
My love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June My love is like a melody That's sweetly played in tune As fair art thou, my Bonnie lass So
O, my love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June O, my love is like a melody That's sweetly played in tune So fair art thou, my bonnie
My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose (Robert Burns) 0, my luve is like a red, red rose, that's newly sprung in June. 0, my love is
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Traduction: Fait de Soundtrack honneur. Robert Burns - My Love Is Like A Red, Red Rose.
: My love's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June; My love is like a melody So sweetly play'd in tune As fair art thou, my bonnie lass
Oh, my love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June Oh, my love is like a melody That's sweetly played in tune As fair art thou, my bonnie
My love's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June; My love is like a melody So sweetly play'd in tune As fair art thou, my bonnie lass
O my love is like a red red rose that's newly sprung in June O my love is like a melody That's sweetly played in tune As fair art thou my bonnie ladd
I'm in Boston I melt the bean In a hot Red Soxs or Celtics green In the city of Philly, I roll up on the biddes like feel these In a size 56 Phillies
: Wale] A lime to a lemon... I got 'em all in it I like 'em all shades, all races, all figures Dig it... you know I got a plethora of women But I'm try
dreams Close my eyes Rose breathes I can hear All love and sadness melt in my heart Dry my tears Wipe my bloody face I wanna feel me living my life outside my
don't have a plaque but I'm still earnin Mo' than a motherfucker, my kinfolk Trae doin his thang too Fuck with us must be baldheaded so a hat is what
down in your eyes You run like river, on like a sea You run like a river runs to the sea And in the world a heart of darkness A fire zone Where poets
the blue Bullet the blue Yeah...alright...oh... This guy comes up to me His face red like a rose on a thorn bush Like all the colors of a royal flush
