Það er nú lítið varið í stolin lög en hér kemur svo mitt :
There is a house in new orleans
They call the rising’ moon
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And god, i know im one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in new orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he’s satisfied
Is when he’s all a drunk

He fills his glasses up to the brim
And he’ll pass the cards around
And the only pleasure he gets out of life
Is ramblin’ from town to town

Oh tell my baby sister
Not to do what I have done
But shun that house in new orleans
They call the risin’ sun

Well, it’s one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I’m goin’ back to new orleans
To wear that ball and chain

I’m goin’ back to new orleans
My race is almost run
I’m goin’ back to end my life
to wear that ball and chain

There is a house in new orleans
They call the risin’ moon
It’s been the ruin of many poor boy
And god i know im one

Ég kalla það the house of the rising moon. Vonandi líkar ykkur það og endilega segja hvort ykkur líkar það eða ekki!
Með kærri kveðju,
Menntamálaráðherra Sorplands, Zweistein.

Ég gerði líka einu sinni lag. Það hét ‘Binni’..og textinn var nokkurn veginn svona: Binni Binni Binni hei Binni hei..Binni Binni Binni hei Binni hei..*svakalegt gítarsóló* BIIIIIINNNNNIIIIII BINNNNIIII JAAAA BINNNNIIII


takktakk..takk fyrir..takk

HAHAHAHA!! Ég var að kaupa 2l kók á 88 kr. í bónus!

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Bónus er ódýrara ^^

lag

LAG

LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG

*3 mínútna gítarsólo*

laaag

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