Hacienda (The)
Angela
She held to her heart
The image of man
Some wicked as you
Mine reached for her hand
She ran to the door
Past the pistol he had
Fell to the floor
As the smoke would dispel
Good Angela
Believe not my tears
Just trust my smile
I'll keep young your years
Good Angela
Why did he laugh
To understand this
To figure out that
From Letras Mania