"And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house | |
"Now is the winter of our discontent "Made glorious summer by this sun of York; "And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house | |
(Lionheart) Now is the winter of our discontent. Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour´d upon our house | |
And all the clouds that lour'd on our house in the deep bosom of the ocean buried. | |
And all the clouds that lour'd on our house in the deep bosom of the ocean... | |
"And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house | |
"Now is the winter of our discontent "Made glorious summer by this sun of York; "And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house | |
(Lionheart) Now is the winter of our discontent. Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour´d upon our house | |
And all the clouds that lour'd on our house in the deep bosom of the ocean buried. | |
And all the clouds that lour'd on our house in the deep bosom of the ocean... | |
And all the clouds that loured upon our house... ..ln the deep bosom of the ocean buried. | |
He's got a hunchback. And all the clouds that loured upon our house in the deep bosom of the ocean. | |
By the look of it they've been louring people off the highway for quite a while. | |
I find literature really louring. | |
This louring tempest of your home-bred hate | |
And all the clouds that loured upon our house... ..ln the deep bosom of the ocean buried. | |
He's got a hunchback. And all the clouds that loured upon our house in the deep bosom of the ocean. | |
By the look of it they've been louring people off the highway for quite a while. | |
I find literature really louring. | |
This louring tempest of your home-bred hate | |