Every moment is a memory On and on until eternity But as far as any eye can see There's a great divide Maybe we can find a way To fall into each others
Bản dịch: Nine Days. Great Divide.
Every moment is a memory on and on until eternity but as far as any eye can see there's a great divide maybe we can find a way to fall into each other
: Every moment is a memory on and on until eternity but as far as any eye can see there's a great divide maybe we can find a way to fall into each
did someone call out someone's name? From a white Cadillac on a wide wind To her white dress across the great divide into the warm moonlight And she's been reading Bukowski for days
Great rhymes sayer, whole cappa drug dealer Low Life nigga, I'm twenty one and gettin' bigger Roll with niggaz, mine's as big as nine figures Yeah,
came a squaw with a story strange Of a long-deserted line of traps way back of the Bighorn range Of a little hut by the great divide and a white man
at the Six, I'm reminded that in six days God made this great heaven and earth The Seven reminds me that on the seventh day God rested from His great
My dad he gave me a month or two Before the city spat me back A flat bed truck picked me up And I crossed that great divide I had 3 good days 'til I
came a squaw with a story strange, Of a long-deserted line of traps 'way back of the Bighorn range; Of a little hut by the great divide, and a white man
about a place people were simlin' They spoke about the red man's way, and how they loved the land And they came from everywhere to the Great Divide
dominator Great rhymes sayer, whole cappa drug dealer Low-Life nigga, I'm twenty-one and gettin bigger Roll with niggaz, mine's as big as nine figures
someone call out someone's name From a white cadillac on a wide wind To her white dress across the great divide Into the warm moonlight And she's been reading Bukowski for days
My Dad he gave me a month or two Before the city spat me back A flat bed truck picked me up And I crossed that great divide I had 3 good days 'til I spent
did someone call out someone's name From a white cadillac on a wide wind To her white dress across the great divide Into the warm moonlight And she's been reading Bukowski for days
