译文: 大使. Gugmang Giatay（吉他和弦）.
: (Greg Brown) It's another happy April To every happy fool. And you move through my dreams Like a trout moves through a pool. Sure I will do anything
: (B. Phillips) On the banks of the river where the willows hang down And the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound Down in the hollow where
: (Natalie Merchant) Where in the hell can you go far from the things that you know Far from the sprawl of concrete that keeps crawling its way about
: (Josh Ritter) At night we crossed the border Following a Black robe To the edge of the reservationton Cataldo Mission Where the saints and all the
no particular spell I am dreaming of the mountains where the children learn the stars Clouds roll in from nebraska dark chords on a big guitar My restlessness
: (Joe Henry) I might just change my mind Sometimes you can never tell Where a story will unwind How deep is the shallow ground Sometimes you would
: (Gillian Welch/David Rawlings) I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died I was thinking that night about Elvis Day
: (Gillian Welch/David Rawlings) Caleb Meyer, he lived alone In them hollarin' pines Then he made a little whiskey for himself Said it helped pass the
: (Steve Earle) It's Christmastime in Washington The Democrats rehearsed Gettin' into gear for four more years Things not gettin' worse The Republicans
(Gillian Welch/David Rawlings) Caleb Meyer, he lived alone In them hollarin' pines Then he made a little whiskey for himself Said it helped pass the
(Gillian Welch/David Rawlings) I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that
(Joe Henry) I might just change my mind Sometimes you can never tell Where a story will unwind How deep is the shallow ground Sometimes you would never
(Natalie Merchant) Where in the hell can you go far from the things that you know Far from the sprawl of concrete that keeps crawling its way about
(Greg Brown) It's another happy April To every happy fool. And you move through my dreams Like a trout moves through a pool. Sure I will do anything
(Josh Ritter) At night we crossed the border Following a Black robe To the edge of the reservationton Cataldo Mission Where the saints and all the martyrs
(B. Phillips) On the banks of the river where the willows hang down And the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound Down in the hollow where
