Yeah, why don't we try this song and I wonder if it doesn't work out because wherever we stop over there, we can try it again.
Okay.
What song are we doing?
They're really, but they're really crumpy and they don't want to be part of it.
Yeah, I asked them and they were really not nice about it.
They were Michelin, they're Portuguese.
I don't know how to say that.
They're Portuguese.
I think they're Portuguese.
A little bit, but I don't know.
He's very grumpy about it. I don't know why he's really pissed at.
Okay.
You guys want to start off?
No, this is my mic.
Okay.
I love the way the boxcars are painted, where the kids all used to hide.
I left my best place to sit for the scavengers, as I'm going out on the necklace.
The boxcars are dead, but the shoes get the point.
The shoes get the point.
But it's just a side hat to me.
When I walked on those tracks,
I saw this person off the main road.
He turned her eyes away, and then we said,
People, we see skeletons, we all know about it.
The people, we see skeletons, we all know about it.
The people, we see skeletons, we all know about it.
The people, we see skeletons, we all know about it.
I'm at the top of a hill,
where the city's sailing along.
Look out.
I'm going back to the place
I've been aboard all through Spain.
And I'll take you through the alleys and the hours,
and turn both of you down.
The cannons in the parking point, they're straight into your heart.
The cannons in the parking point, they're straight into your heart.
Straight into your heart.
Okay.
Bye. Welcome back.
Bye.
Don't go too far.
Don't go too far.
Somewhere far out, places there are a place we can't go.
And the saints only sing through the dawn.
That's the old program, where I go when I die.
He'll sing.
Say you want a ring, I'm feeling like a bell's on every hill.
Every time I want to be by one again.
He'll sing.
Will it sound, where will I be far from home?
Will it sound, where will I be left alone?
That's the old program, where I go when I die.
He'll sing.
Will it sound, where will I be left alone?
He'll sing.
He'll sing.
Will it sound, where will I be left alone?
