Åñëè Âàøåé ëþáèìîé ïåñíè èëè àëüáîìà Lee Kernaghan 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.
The black soil plains The line scorched and grey The stock is lean and rough It’s another long and breathless day And the rain wont come And you just keep
Holding on to hope Your spirit’s bent and broke And all that’s left is pride To work this restless land Takes the kind of man Who’ll give it one more try Backing your faith and trust In a handful of dust
A drum beats slow and eerie ‘cross the plain The heat haze dancing in the sun When giving in goes against the grain So you don’t give in And you just keep
Holding on to hope Your spirit’s bent and broke And all that’s left is pride To work this restless land Takes the kind of man Who’ll give it one more try Backing your faith and trust In a handful of dust
You’ve done all you can do So how’ll you see it through
You’re holding on to hope And your spirit’s broke And all that’s left is pride To work this restless land Takes the kind of man Who’ll give it one more try
You’re holding on to hope Your spirit’s bent and broke And all that’s left is pride To work this restless land Takes the kind of man Who’ll give it one more try You’re packing your faith and trust In a handful of dust Just a handful of dust Just a handful of dust Handful of dust Just a handful of dust
