Текст и слова песни Children – Fee Fi Fo Fum
Fee! Fie! Foe! Fum!
I smell the blood of an Englishman.
Be he 'live, or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.
I smell the blood of an Englishman.
Be he 'live, or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.
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