ترانه:
Rolling Stones Yer Blues

die If I ain't dead already Ooh girl you know the reason why. Black cloud crossed my mind Blue mist round my soul Feel so suicidal Even hate my rock and roll

die If I ain't dead already Ooh girl you know the reason why. Black cloud crossed my mind Blue mist round my soul Feel so suicidal Even hate my rock and roll

: I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs I know you're no scare-eyed honey. There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs But it's no hanging

I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs I know you're no scare-eyed honey. There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs But it's no hanging