歌词语境宇宙
The spring hot desert wind rushed down on us all the way back home
To the dead well it don't matter much 'bout who's wrong or right
You asked me that question I didn't get it right
The spring hot desert wind rushed down on us all the way back home
To the dead well it don't matter much 'bout who's wrong or right
You asked me that question I didn't get it right