One evening, as the sun went down
And the brewing fire was burning
Down the Clain came a pirate chilling
And he said, « En vrai, I’m not turning
I’m headed for a land that’s far away
Beside’s the Hot Golden Filature
So come with me, we’ll go and see
The Big Rock Candy Island »
And the brewing fire was burning
Down the Clain came a pirate chilling
And he said, « En vrai, I’m not turning
I’m headed for a land that’s far away
Beside’s the Hot Golden Filature
So come with me, we’ll go and see
The Big Rock Candy Island »
Une salade de fruit, plutôt du genre jolie jolie.
