The Bloody Irish Boys все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
Drink, Drink, DrinkEverytime I get back up I just fall back down
Everytime it seems ok thats when I start to drown
Is it wrong is it right where am I tonight
I need a bottle maybe 12 just to feel alright
Drink Drink Drink drink it down
Drink Drink Drink for me
Drink Drink Drink drink to drown
Drunk TonightTake me back to that open road
Where it leads ill never know
Take me back to that place ive been
Where I said id never be again
So raise your glasses to thee
Celebrate another drunken year for me
Finnegan's WakeTim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street
A gentle Irishman mighty odd
He had a brogue both rich and sweet
An to rise to the world he carried a hod
He had sort of a tipplers way
For the love of the liquor poor tim was born
To help him on his way each day
He had a drop of the craythur every morn