Venezuela 歌词
Venezuela (委内瑞拉) - Ron Gordon
I met her in Venezuela
With a basket on her head
And if she loved others she didn't say
But I knew she do to pass
Away to pass away the time in Venezuela
To pass away the time in Venezuela
I gave her a sash of blue
A beautiful sash of blue
Because I knew that she
Could do with all the tricks
I knew she knew
To pass away the time in Venezuela
To pass away the time in Venezuela
Her lingo was strange but the
Thought of her beautiful smile
The thought of her beautiful smile
Will haunt me and taunt me for many a mile
She was my gal and she did the wale
To pass away the time in Venezuela
To pass away the time in Venezuela