the jungle line I won't cross yours if you don't cross mine Won't make trouble, I don't need no fuss But I'm wounded, old and I'm treacherous Allow
the jungle line I won't cross yours if you don't cross mine. Won't make trouble, I don't need no fuss. But I'm wounded, old and I'm treacherous.
Preklad: Jethro Tull. Zranený, staré a zradné.
draw the jungle line I won't cross yours if you don't cross mine. Won't make trouble, I don't need no fuss. But I'm wounded, old and I'm treacherous