Martin Luther McCoy все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
Count Your Blessingsa child of so many talents
she wonders where he'll go
trying to instill the values of balance
love and self control
but something had a hold on him
and would not let go
so she said
Everything Is UGot I'd be
better off without you
now I see
just the opposite is true
Sick and tired a be and all alone
my house is not a home
I can't get you on the phone well
While My Guitar Gently WeepsI look at you all
See the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know why nobody told you