Laughing At The Ghosts — Ass PonysТон−0+A−A+Нажмите на аккорд, чтобы увидеть аппликатуруPissing on a camp fire With the morning coming close Breaking empty bottles And laughing at the ghosts Laughing Sitting in the evening In a cluster on the porch Recounting, man, were spinning And laughing at the ghosts Laughing
