Mick Moloney No Irish Need Apply歌词

Submit Lyrics Your name will be printed as part of the credit when your lyric is approved. 专辑:Far from the Shamrock Shore 歌手:Mick Moloney 歌曲:The Mulligan Guard

Submit Lyrics Your name will be printed as part of the credit when your lyric is approved. 专辑:Far from the Shamrock Shore 歌手:Mick Moloney 歌曲:When the Breaker Starts Up Full Time

God Gave My Everything You can see it in a clear blue sky You can see it in a woman's eyes You can hear it in your baby's cries You can hear it in your lover's sighs You can touch it in a grain of sand Yeah hold it right there In the palm of your han

[ti:Garden] [la:uk] [00:28]The direction of the eye [00:29]so misleading [00:34]The defection of the soul [00:36]nauseously quick [00:40]I dont question our existance [00:47]I just question our modern needs [01:02][03:36][04:00]I will walk... with my

I told you before 'bout that creak in the door, what time do ya call this? The dogs bowl is empty and the scuttle needs coal, so be done 'fore your father gets in? Where the hell is your brother? Is he playing cards again? Don't he love his mother? W

I wish I was on yonder hill 'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill And every tear would turn a mill Is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán Siúil, siúil, siúil a rún Siúil go socair agus siúil go ciúin Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán

If the walls were too thin You would break in If the walls were too thin You would break right in Morning, morning Out in the thunder Opens my eyes wide There is something in my mind Keeps me up all night Ooh, when the window Lets in hot whips of lig

Play upon your heart strings to me I will sing a strange melody Dance with me a magic ballet Stay with me 'til night turns to day Let me in your dreams Angel in my heart Angel in my heart By a pool of darkening dreams Love is slowly twisting downstre

On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks For the grand city hall in New York 'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft And oh, how the wild winds dro