Bob Dylan:
[singing]
Come gather 'round, people, Wherever you roam, And admit that the waters, Around you have grown, And accept it that soon, You'll be drenched to the bone, If your time to you is worth savin', And you better start swimmin', Or you'll sink like a stone, For the times they are a-changin'...
Riportata da il
05/03/2025 alle ore 07:20