Nuthinduan Waltz Lyrics

	作曲 : Bird
	I'm just an old yout, with a cane made of root
	And a dog with a nasal disease
	I sit when it's breezing, my dogs always sneezing
	I swear it's the voice of
	Louise Why do you do when you don't have a clue
	And the only thing doing is nothing at all '
	Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind has its way in the grass on a summer's day
	And the rope ends that hung above layers of dung had little on all sides but air
	In the buzzing dry wheat that wisps my bare feet,
	I step on my doggies despair
	Why do you do when you don't have a clue
	And the only thing doing is nothing at all '
	Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind has its way in the grass on a summer's day
	I'm just an old yout, with a cane made of root
	And a dog with a nasal disease

	zuo qu : Bird
	I' m just an old yout, with a cane made of root
	And a dog with a nasal disease
	I sit when it' s breezing, my dogs always sneezing
	I swear it' s the voice of
	Louise Why do you do when you don' t have a clue
	And the only thing doing is nothing at all '
	Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind has its way in the grass on a summer' s day
	And the rope ends that hung above layers of dung had little on all sides but air
	In the buzzing dry wheat that wisps my bare feet,
	I step on my doggies despair
	Why do you do when you don' t have a clue
	And the only thing doing is nothing at all '
	Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind has its way in the grass on a summer' s day
	I' m just an old yout, with a cane made of root
	And a dog with a nasal disease

	zuò qǔ : Bird
	I' m just an old yout, with a cane made of root
	And a dog with a nasal disease
	I sit when it' s breezing, my dogs always sneezing
	I swear it' s the voice of
	Louise Why do you do when you don' t have a clue
	And the only thing doing is nothing at all '
	Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind has its way in the grass on a summer' s day
	And the rope ends that hung above layers of dung had little on all sides but air
	In the buzzing dry wheat that wisps my bare feet,
	I step on my doggies despair
	Why do you do when you don' t have a clue
	And the only thing doing is nothing at all '
	Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind has its way in the grass on a summer' s day
	I' m just an old yout, with a cane made of root
	And a dog with a nasal disease

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