quinta-feira, 3 de dezembro de 2009

and that is all


I pulled into Nazareth, I was feelin' about half past dead;
I just need some place where I can lay my head.
"Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?"
He just grinned and shook my hand, and "No!", was all he said...

3 comentários:

Anónimo disse...

caminante no hay camino,

se hace camino al andar

Anónimo disse...

o sister, where art Thou?

Anónimo disse...

hi


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uy0HNWto0UY