Oh, whisky you're the devil you're leading me astray over hills and mountains and to Amerikay you're sweeter stronger dacenter you're spunkier nor tea
and to Amerikay You're sweetness from the Bleachner and spunkier than tea Oh, whiskey you're my darling drunk or sober Oh, whiskey you're the devil, you're
you're the devil you're leading me astray over hills and mountains and to Amerikay you're sweetness from the Bleachner and spunkier than tea oh whisky you're
译文: 该Pogues. 威士忌，你是魔鬼.
译文: 镇裤. 威士忌你是魔鬼.
whisky you're the devil you're leading me astray over hills and mountains and to Amerikay you're sweetness from the Bleachner and spunkier than tea oh whisky you're
devil linger on Yeah, I don't wanna win As long as long as I can do the work within Lord, let me in I feel like you're my only friend These worries
tells you so? Now do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well, I know that you're
in the toothpaste Will send you to an early grave Chorus: But we aint dead yet, no we aint dead yet Old ticker's still a-tickin ya we're still alive
they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box Then they'll take you to cloughprior and shove you in the ground But you'll stick your
man or some high degree thief They may call you doctor or they may call you chief But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes you're You're gonna have
in, can't you see she wants you? She has you deep in her eyes You been wonderin' why she haunts you Beauty in the devil's disguise She can tell you
shoes Some come rolled in paper Some have six strings and only play the blues Once you've met the Devil There ain't no way he'll let you be When I'm
brings a devil out of me She held up a sign, said, "I have no fear" We got liquor up front and poker in the rear Sister, sister of pain You're a knock
Colt 45 rode a thousand of fence When you ride with the devil, baby You heed with the devil's call Can't sing with the angels When the hell you're bound
swear; They'd argue and fecht what ye daurna weel tell. Bout Geordie and Charlie they bothered fu' rarely Wi' whisky they're worse than the devil himsel
