viernes, 4 de enero de 2013

FLYING / CHRIS DE BURG / NIVEL 3






Flying, I thought I'd never learn that flying
I th
ought I'd spend my whole life trying,
For fl
ying is that ancient art of keeping one foot on the ground...

L
ying, I thought I'd never keep from lying,
I th
ought I'd lose it all by sighing,
For l
ying is that ancient art of hiding words that will never be found

Cr
ying, I thought I'd never stop that crying,
I th
ought I'd always dream of dying
For cr
ying is that ancient art of weeping rivers into the ground

Oh dying, I thought I'd never see that dying,
I th
ought I'd spend my whole life flying,
For d
ying is that ancient art of keeping one world turning round

Si
ghing, I thought I'd never keep from sighing
I th
ought I'd always be there crying,
For si
ghing is that ancient art of breathing sadness all around

And tr
ying, I thought I'd spend my seasons trying,
I th
ought I could stop myself from lying,
For tr
ying is that ancient art of proving that the world is round

Oh, flying, oh, oh, Lying, oh, oh, crying, oh oh…

sighing, oh oh,
Tr
ying, oh oh, and dying, oh oh,
For d
ying is that ancient art of growing flowers in the ground,
Yes it is...


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