Это последний постинг, написанный мною в Ирландии.
Возможно, этот постинг будет вообще последним в этом блоге, а может так случиться, что и нет.
А посвятить я его хотел бы изучающим английский язык.
Основная мысль данного произведения: There's really no place you can go.
Встретимся в новой стране.
Where do you think you’re going? Don’t you know it’s dark outside? Where do you think you’re going? Don’t you care about my pride? Where do you think you’re going? I think you don’t know You got no way of knowing There’s really no place you can go
I understand your changes Long before you reach the door I know where you think you’re going I know what you came here for And now I’m sick of jocking You know I like you to be free Where do you think you’re going? I think you better go with me girl
You say there is no reason But you still find cause to doubt me If you ain’t with me girl You’re gonna be without me
Where do you think you’re going? Don’t you know it’s dark outside? Where do you think you’re going? Wish you better care about my pride And now I’m sick of jocking You know I like you to be free Where do you think you’re going? I think you better go with me girl
