Åñëè Âàøåé ëþáèìîé ïåñíè èëè àëüáîìà Chris LeDoux íåò â ñïèñêå ïåñåí, òî Âû ìîæåòå äîáàâèòü èõ â íàøó êîëëåêöèþ ñ ïîìîùüþ ýòîé ôîðìû. Äîáàâèòü âèäåî-êëèïû ê ïåñíÿì Âû ìîæåòå íà ñîîòâåòñòâóþùèõ ñòðàíèöàõ. Òàê æå Âû ìîæåòå äîáàâèòü áèîãðàôèþ è äèñêîãðàôèþ ñ ïîìîùüþ ýòîé ññûëêè.
Åñëè Âû õîòèòå äîáàâèòü íîâîãî èñïîëíèòåëÿ è åãî ïåñíè, âîñïîëüçóéòåñü ýòîé ôîðìîé.
[If you haven‘t started this nasty habit, don‘t start. But if you’re hopelessly addicted, might as well sing about it!]
Copenhagen: Makes me feel so good. Copenhagen: The way I know it should. Put a little chew in my mouth Go spitting and slobbering all around the house, that Copenhagen: Makes me feel so good.
I took a chew just the other night and it made me feel so fine. So I grabbed my honey-baby and I pinched her ol’ behind. She said, “You better spit out that chewing tobacca’ if you wanna kiss me on the big ol’ smacker, that Copenhagen: Makes me feel so good.
Copenhagen: Makes me feel so good. Copenhagen: The way I know it should. Put a little chew in my mouth Go hackin’ and gaggin’ all around the house, that Copenhagen: Makes me feel so good.
*I was sitting in a barroom and *I had me a little dip *Drinking beer and talkin’ but *I had no place to spit. *So I spit a stream out on the floor *and the bouncer flung me out the door, that *Copenhagen: Makes me feel so good.
It’s a cure-all, too. Cures fits, warts and freckles; Coughs, colds, runny nose. Guaranteed never to rip, run or snag. Makes conception a wonder And child-birthin’ a pleasure. That’s Copenhagen: Makes me feel so good.
[*Chris, this sure beats singing all those old love songs] [What are you talking about, Toby, this is a love song!]
