Tên đầy đủ: Procol Harum
Typewriter torment, dreadful disease Caught it the first day i touched the keys You wear down your fingers and churn out your pap It eats......
(brooker / reid) You know i caught a glimpse, thought i understood But i left it all far behind Now if i'd known then what......
Ain't no doubt about it Ain't no doubt about it Ain't gonna shout about it: oh yeah Gonna have to keep you guessing Ain't no......
I'm going downstairs to be a poet Got a great idea: gonna write a sonnet A verse or two of fearless prose A priceless quip......
Pailing well after sixteen days, a mammoth task was set Sack the town, and rob the tower, and steal the alphabet Close the door and......
Wizard man's got a magic tooth Carry it low but keep it loose Don't wait for christmas when the four winds blow When they carry......
Ain't gonna ride that whisky train Ain't gonna burn up no more flame Throw away my bottle down the drain Ain't gonna ride that whisky......
There's too many women and not enough wine Too many poets and not enough rhyme Too many glasses and not enough time Draw your own......