paroles de chanson Downhill Drunk - Tyr
Good
times
are
few
and
far
between
And
toilsome
times
come
unforeseen
Bards
slaving
beaten
through
the
grind
Life
left
the
minstrel
far
behind
Hard
is
the
work
to
blaze
a
trail
In
the
wake
of
it
sometimes
I
need
Heedless
horns
of
mead
and
ale
And
a
high
downhill
Leave
me,
longings,
for
a
while
Find
me
hammered
olden
style,
refill
Woes
and
worries
overflow
Rein
it
in
and
let
it
go
downhill
drunk
As
I
was
trudging
through
the
sludge
Against
the
gods
I
held
a
grudge
All
unrewarded
went
my
deeds
Lost
have
I
track
of
where
this
leads
High
are
the
odds
my
fortune
fail
And
myself
I
may
well
have
mislead
Steady
streams
of
mead
and
ale
And
a
high
downhill
Leave
me,
longings,
for
a
while
Find
me
hammered
olden
style,
refill
Woes
and
worries
overflow
Rein
it
in
and
let
it
go
downhill
drunk
Leave
me,
longings,
for
a
while
Find
me
hammered
olden
style,
refill
Woes
and
worries
overflow
Rein
it
in
and
let
it
go
downhill
Life
so
far
an
unfair
trial
Find
me
hammered
olden
style,
refill
Woes
and
worries
overflow
Rein
it
in
and
let
it
go
downhill
drunk
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