歌词

In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone She wheeled her wheel barrow, through the streets broad and narrow Crying cockles and mussels, alive-alive-o Alive-alive-o Alive-alive-o Crying cockles and mussels, alive-alive-o Alive-alive-o Alive-alive-o Crying cockles and mussels, alive-alive-o She were a fishmonger, and it were no wonder For so were her father and mother before They wheeled their wheel barrows, through the streets broad and narrow Crying cockles and mussels, alive-alive-o Alive-alive-o Alive-alive-o Crying cockles and mussels, alive-alive-o Alive-alive-o Alive-alive-o Crying cockles and mussels, alive-alive-o She died of a fever, and no one cold save her And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone Now her ghost wheels a barrow, through streets broad and narrow Crying cockles and mussels, alive-alive-o Alive-alive-o Alive-alive-o Crying cockles and mussels, alive-alive-o Alive-alive-o Alive-alive-o Crying cockles and mussels, alive-alive-o Alive-alive-o Alive-alive-o Crying cockles and mussels, alive-alive-o Alive-alive-o Alive-alive-o Crying cockles and mussels, alive-alive-o
Writer(s): Juhász Róbert, Kárpáti Balázs, Marthy Barna, Péter János, Szuna Péter, Virág Lili Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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