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Roger Whittaker
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A Special Kind of Man
Myself I made of nothing And my head is stuffed with hail. But my brother was a poet, Or at least that's what they say
Myself I made of nothing I'm just an all saran My brother was a poet And a very special kind of man
He painted scenes of dragons, Knights in armour, bold and brave. And show me how they rescue ladies fair. And I killed a hundred dragons. Rescue damsels in this dress And that really isn't bad, For a man who wasn't there.
Oh, myself I made of nothing, My head is stuffed with hail. But my brother was a poet, Or at least that's what they say.
Myself I made of nothing. I'm just an all saran, My brother was a poet, And a very special kind of man.
He's done so much with his fine words 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 To brighten up our last. With his poems of the working man, There mothers and there wife's. Had a short life and a sweet one. Had no time to plot or bland. My brother was a poet And a very special kind of man.
Oh, myself I made of nothing, My head is stuffed with hail. But my brother was a poet, Or at least that's what they say.
Myself I made of nothing. I'm just an all saran, My brother was a poet And a very special kind of man
Oh, myself I made of nothing, My head is stuffed with hail. But my brother was a poet, Or at least that's what they say.
Myself I made of nothing. I'm just an all saran, My brother was a poet, And a very special kind of man.
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