Marc Bolan şarkı sözleri
The toad road licked my wheels like a sabreWinds of the marsh lightly blewStone jars stacked with stars on her shouldersHunters of pity she slew.Chariots of silk she rodeStallions of gold she owned.A mad Mage with a maid on his eyebrowsHunteth the realm for a GodWho could teach him the craft of decantingThe glassy entrails of a frog.The Bard of my birth with his balletWalked the wild worlds in the chaseFor the black chested canaryWho as a moose can sing bass.
