you look on me as a child?" Yeah Well father said, "Eldest son, kill the fatted calf, Call the family round Kill that calf and call the family round My son
Prodigal Son By Rev. Wilkins Well a poor boy took his father's bread and started down the road Started down the road Took all he had and started down
Превод: Ролинг Стонси. Блудни син.
Превод: Ролинг Стонси. Блудни син До Рев Вилкинс.
: Prodigal Son By Rev. Wilkins Well a poor boy took his father's bread and started down the road Started down the road Took all he had and started down