http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TjjpBb9q1PA Tell me the legends of long ago When the kings and queens would dance in the realm of the Black Rose Play me their melodies I want to know So I can teach my children, oh Pray tell me the story of young Cuchulainn How his eyes were dark his expression solemn And how he'd fight and always won And how they cried when he was fallen Oh tell me the story of the Queen of this land And how her sons died at her own hand And how fools obey commands Oh tell me the legends of long ago Where the mountains of Mourne come down to the sea Will she no come back to me Will she no come back to me Oh Shenandoah I hear you calling Far away you rolling river All down the mountain side All around the green heather go lassie go Oh Tell me the legends of long ago When the kings and queens would dance in the realms of the Black Rose and play me their melodies so I might know and i can tell my children, oh My Roisin Dubh is my one and only true love It was a joy that Joyce brought to me While William Butler waits And Oscar, he's going Wild Ah sure, Brendan where have you Been? Looking for a girl with green eyes My dark Rosaleen is my only colleen That Georgie knows Best But Van is the man Starvation once again Drinking whiskey in the jar-o Synge's Playboy of the Western World As Shaw, Sean I was born and reared there Where the Mountains of Mourne come down to the sea Is such a long, long way from Tipperary (8)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xwqNFvQ2t6E&feature=player_embedded Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away; Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air. You better watch out, There may be dogs about I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen Things are not what they seem. What do you get for pretending the danger's not real. Meek and obedient you follow the leader Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel. What a surprise! A look of terminal shock in your eyes. Now things are really what they seem. No, this is no bad dream. The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want He makes me down to lie Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by. With bright knives He releaseth my soul. He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places. He converteth me to lamb cutlets, For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger. When cometh the day we lowly ones, Through quiet reflection, and great dedication Master the art of karate, Lo, we shall rise up, And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water. Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream. Wave upon wave of demented avengers March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream. Have you heard the news? The dogs are dead! You better stay home And do as you're told. Get out of the road if you want to grow old (8)
asi que conoces a trollestia asi que asumo que conoces a derpy, a doctor whooves, a octavia, lyra y a pinkamena diane pie xD
