to heading nowhere Got no place to go I'm stuck inside my generation Round and round I go. I'm sick of the sound of Rolling Thunder Times they were a
to heading nowhere Got no place to go I'm stuck inside my generation Round and round I go I'm sick of the sound of Rolling Thunder Times they were a
Traducció: The Barclay James Harvest. Clàssics: Un conte de dos anys seixanta.
Traducció: The Barclay James Harvest. Un conte de dos anys seixanta.
Traducció: Barclay James Harvest. Un conte de dos anys seixanta.