اكتشف قصة هذه الأغنية وموضوعاتها ومشاعرها.
He hath come to the bosom of his beloved | Smiling on him, she beareth him to highest heav'n | With yearning heart
He hath come to the bosom of his beloved Smiling on him, she beareth him to highest heav'n With yearning heart On thee we gaze O' gold-winged messenger of mighty Gods ♪ (Goldwing) (Goldwing) (Goldwing) (Goldwing) (Goldwing) (Goldwing) (Goldwing) (Goldwing) (Goldwing) (Goldwing) (Goldwing) (Goldwing) (Goldwing) (Goldwing) (Goldwing) (Goldwing) Goldwing angel Go home Don't tell anyone what you are You're sacred and they're starved And their art is getting dark And there you are to tear apart Tear apart, tear apart, tear apart You better keep your head down-down Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down Better keep your head down-down Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down They're gonna tell you what you wanna hear Then they're gonna disappear Gonna claim you like you a souvenir Just to sell you in a year You better keep your head down-down Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down Keep your head down-down (keep your head down-down-down) Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down Better keep your head down-down (down-down-down-down-down) Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down Keep your head down-down (down-down-down-down-down-down) Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down That's good
لا توجد أغانٍ مشابهة بعد.
