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Stampead - The Dog Song
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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I found a shelter and garden,
on the corner of Fountain and Vine.
It's made for gamblers who lose,
a place for brave men to whine.
Every so often there's trouble,
somebody could lose a life.
I just sit on the back porch,
and eat apples with my knife.
Isabella comes to visit,
she can talk all day and night.
Cursing the republican government,
I can't say if she's wrong or right.
I said I admired her hatred,
I'm not one to take sides.
She kissed me and tried to persuade me,
so I had no choice, I had to lie.
In the morning she left me a letter,
I couldn't make out a single word.
I'm sure it was something outrageous,
about her trying to save the world.
It was then that I got so depressed,
in this world I make no difference.
I just hang out with thieves,
spitting apple seeds at the fence.
So I picked up the LA Times,
and read to page 22.
It was there that I found my purpose,
to help dogs from being abused.
I began to tell all my friends,
about these dogs in need.
I said, “Did you know in some parts of China,
all the dogs have fleas?”
They said I was crazy,
laughed and shook their heads.
Said maybe I would have found Jesus,
in another girl's bed.
But I was off to the white house,
with 6 greyhounds and a sign.
Practiced my speech to the president,
I memorized every line.
After a few days I made friends,
to help me with my cause.
We even made the local news,
chanting, Lets save the dogs!
It brought a tear to my eye,
they understood what I had to say.
And just like Isabella,
I was talking all night and day.
I was talking at the racetrack.
I was talking on the radio.
I was talking at the cathedral,
and at the pound with my megaphone
And then one sunny morning,
preaching at the dog parade.
I had a crowd of 2,000,
hanging on every word I'd say.
I swore I'd see them through.
We'd fight until the end.
When a bulldog barked right at me,
and tore up my left hand.
As the blood ran down my arm,
from my elbow to the floor,
I knew I'd lose my temper.
I couldn't take anymore.
I screamed, That's it, I give up!
These dogs don't give a damn!
They all called me a traitor,
said, Go back to from where you came!
So that's just what I did,
and they welcomed me with open arms.
And the freshest basket of apples,
straight from Cortez farms.
I told Isabella my story.
I thought she'd understand.
But she called me a failure,
and knocked the fruit from my hands.
I guess maybe she was right.
I was just a phony from the start.
But these apples never tasted sweeter,
and I know who my real friends are
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
@ @
I found a shelter and garden,
on the corner of Fountain and Vine.
It's made for gamblers who lose,
a place for brave men to whine.
Every so often there's trouble,
somebody could lose a life.
I just sit on the back porch,
and eat apples with my knife.
Isabella comes to visit,
she can talk all day and night.
Cursing the republican government,
I can't say if she's wrong or right.
I said I admired her hatred,
I'm not one to take sides.
She kissed me and tried to persuade me,
so I had no choice, I had to lie.
In the morning she left me a letter,
I couldn't make out a single word.
I'm sure it was something outrageous,
about her trying to save the world.
It was then that I got so depressed,
in this world I make no difference.
I just hang out with thieves,
spitting apple seeds at the fence.
So I picked up the LA Times,
and read to page 22.
It was there that I found my purpose,
to help dogs from being abused.
I began to tell all my friends,
about these dogs in need.
I said, “Did you know in some parts of China,
all the dogs have fleas?”
They said I was crazy,
laughed and shook their heads.
Said maybe I would have found Jesus,
in another girl's bed.
But I was off to the white house,
with 6 greyhounds and a sign.
Practiced my speech to the president,
I memorized every line.
After a few days I made friends,
to help me with my cause.
We even made the local news,
chanting, Lets save the dogs!
It brought a tear to my eye,
they understood what I had to say.
And just like Isabella,
I was talking all night and day.
I was talking at the racetrack.
I was talking on the radio.
I was talking at the cathedral,
and at the pound with my megaphone
And then one sunny morning,
preaching at the dog parade.
I had a crowd of 2,000,
hanging on every word I'd say.
I swore I'd see them through.
We'd fight until the end.
When a bulldog barked right at me,
and tore up my left hand.
As the blood ran down my arm,
from my elbow to the floor,
I knew I'd lose my temper.
I couldn't take anymore.
I screamed, That's it, I give up!
These dogs don't give a damn!
They all called me a traitor,
said, Go back to from where you came!
So that's just what I did,
and they welcomed me with open arms.
And the freshest basket of apples,
straight from Cortez farms.
I told Isabella my story.
I thought she'd understand.
But she called me a failure,
and knocked the fruit from my hands.
I guess maybe she was right.
I was just a phony from the start.
But these apples never tasted sweeter,
and I know who my real friends are
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[ti:The Dog Song] [ar:Stampead] [al:Oh Boy] [by: ] [00:01.00]Stampead - The Dog Song [00:06.00]LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang [00:11.00]@ @ [00:16.00] [00:17.49]I found a shelter and garden, [00:19.32]on the corner of Fountain and Vine. [00:21.79]It's made for gamblers who lose, [00:23.99]a place for brave men to whine. [00:26.12]Every so often there's trouble, [00:27.69]somebody could lose a life. [00:30.42]I just sit on the back porch, [00:32.37]and eat apples with my knife. [00:34.60]Isabella comes to visit, [00:36.56]she can talk all day and night. [00:38.70]Cursing the republican government, [00:40.60]I can't say if she's wrong or right. [00:42.63]I said I admired her hatred, [00:44.85]I'm not one to take sides. [00:46.79]She kissed me and tried to persuade me, [00:49.13]so I had no choice, I had to lie. [00:52.85] [00:54.51]In the morning she left me a letter, [00:56.98]I couldn't make out a single word. [00:59.23]I'm sure it was something outrageous, [01:01.39]about her trying to save the world. [01:03.53]It was then that I got so depressed, [01:05.60]in this world I make no difference. [01:07.66]I just hang out with thieves, [01:09.74]spitting apple seeds at the fence. [01:11.87]So I picked up the LA Times, [01:13.83]and read to page 22. [01:16.01]It was there that I found my purpose, [01:18.14]to help dogs from being abused. [01:20.17]I began to tell all my friends, [01:22.18]about these dogs in need. [01:24.32]I said, “Did you know in some parts of China, [01:26.30]all the dogs have fleas?” [01:30.58] [01:36.61]They said I was crazy, [01:39.31]laughed and shook their heads. [01:41.00]Said maybe I would have found Jesus, [01:42.98]in another girl's bed. [01:45.12]But I was off to the white house, [01:46.99]with 6 greyhounds and a sign. [01:49.31]Practiced my speech to the president, [01:51.42]I memorized every line. [01:53.23]After a few days I made friends, [01:55.56]to help me with my cause. [01:57.59]We even made the local news, [01:59.73]chanting, Lets save the dogs! [02:17.40] [02:18.21]It brought a tear to my eye, [02:20.55]they understood what I had to say. [02:22.58]And just like Isabella, [02:24.41]I was talking all night and day. [02:26.63]I was talking at the racetrack. [02:28.73]I was talking on the radio. [02:30.78]I was talking at the cathedral, [02:32.69]and at the pound with my megaphone [02:35.13]And then one sunny morning, [02:37.54]preaching at the dog parade. [02:39.29]I had a crowd of 2,000, [02:41.42]hanging on every word I'd say. [02:43.43]I swore I'd see them through. [02:45.72]We'd fight until the end. [02:47.63]When a bulldog barked right at me, [02:49.62]and tore up my left hand. [02:51.71]As the blood ran down my arm, [02:53.60]from my elbow to the floor, [02:55.93]I knew I'd lose my temper. [02:57.76]I couldn't take anymore. [03:00.08]I screamed, That's it, I give up! [03:02.20]These dogs don't give a damn! [03:04.25]They all called me a traitor, [03:06.39]said, Go back to from where you came! [03:09.50] [03:15.59]So that's just what I did, [03:18.58]and they welcomed me with open arms. [03:20.48]And the freshest basket of apples, [03:22.71]straight from Cortez farms. [03:24.77]I told Isabella my story. [03:26.72]I thought she'd understand. [03:29.11]But she called me a failure, [03:31.15]and knocked the fruit from my hands. [03:32.99]I guess maybe she was right. [03:34.97]I was just a phony from the start. [03:36.92]But these apples never tasted sweeter, [03:39.45]and I know who my real friends are [03:42.93]
