Tom Jones – Hard To Handle scritto da admin 20 Gennaio 2016 I always play Russian Roulette in my head It’s sventeen black and twenty-nine red How far from the gutter How far fron the pew I’ll always remember to forget about you A good man’s is hard to find Only strangers sleep in my bed My favorite words are good-bye And my favorite color is red A long dead soldier looks out From the frame No one remembers his war; no one Remembers his name Go out to the meadow; Scare off all the crows It does nothing but rain here, And nothing will grow A good man’s is hard to find Only strangers sleep in my bed My favorite words are good-bye And my favorite color is My favorite color is My favorite color is My favorite color is red