Mama, take this badge off of me
I can't use it anymore.
It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin' down
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
(Knockin' On Heaven's Door - Bob Dylan)
I can't use it anymore.
It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin' down
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
(Knockin' On Heaven's Door - Bob Dylan)
1 comentario:
Eduardo, de casualidad encontré tu blog, pero no he podido contactarme contigo, para saber mas de ti, ya que cuando te encontré leí el artículo que escribiste sobre el Leo Quiroga, que fue bastante emocionante, ya que solo poco tiempo atrás yo me había enterado de esa triste noticia. Me gustaria alguna espuesta tuya para mantenernos en contacto. Yo estoy en Antofagasta, al igual que mis papás, el Daniel sigue en Calama. Espero una respuesta tuya al mail. Chao y sigue disfrutando de las maravillas de España y Europa.
Atte,
Nelson Reyes M.
Scout por Siempre (en el corazón)
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