Ewan MacColl - năm: 1949

  • Dirty Old Town

    Hamonica :. I met my love by the gas works wall. Dreamed a dream by the old canal. I kissed my girl by the factory wall. Dirty old town, dirty old town. Clouds a drifting across the moon. Cats a prowling on their beat. Spring's a girl in the street at night. Dirty old town, dirty old town. Hamonica :. Heard a siren from the docks. Saw a train set the night on fire. Smelled the spring on the smokey...