Miss Trudy Lyrics
| Song | Miss Trudy |
| Artist | Gorky's Zygotic Mynci |
| Album | Bwyd Time |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Childs | |
| I was about 7 when I first started having violin lessons. | |
| One minute she was fine, the next she started throwing her violins across the room. | |
| Miss Trudy, she teaches all the girls to sing | |
| Miss Trudy, she teaches the violin | |
| But when the girls turned into pretty, pretty things she | |
| Dried her eyes and cried. | |
| Miss Trudy, she smashed up all her violins | |
| Miss Trudy, she taught all the girls to sing | |
| And when she cries, she cries for only her | |
| The remains of twenty wooden violins scattered across the floor | |
| And when she cries, she cries only for her | |
| Her teardrops fall on my violin on the floor | |
| Miss Trudy, at least you taught the girls to sing |
| zuo ci : Childs | |
| I was about 7 when I first started having violin lessons. | |
| One minute she was fine, the next she started throwing her violins across the room. | |
| Miss Trudy, she teaches all the girls to sing | |
| Miss Trudy, she teaches the violin | |
| But when the girls turned into pretty, pretty things she | |
| Dried her eyes and cried. | |
| Miss Trudy, she smashed up all her violins | |
| Miss Trudy, she taught all the girls to sing | |
| And when she cries, she cries for only her | |
| The remains of twenty wooden violins scattered across the floor | |
| And when she cries, she cries only for her | |
| Her teardrops fall on my violin on the floor | |
| Miss Trudy, at least you taught the girls to sing |
| zuò cí : Childs | |
| I was about 7 when I first started having violin lessons. | |
| One minute she was fine, the next she started throwing her violins across the room. | |
| Miss Trudy, she teaches all the girls to sing | |
| Miss Trudy, she teaches the violin | |
| But when the girls turned into pretty, pretty things she | |
| Dried her eyes and cried. | |
| Miss Trudy, she smashed up all her violins | |
| Miss Trudy, she taught all the girls to sing | |
| And when she cries, she cries for only her | |
| The remains of twenty wooden violins scattered across the floor | |
| And when she cries, she cries only for her | |
| Her teardrops fall on my violin on the floor | |
| Miss Trudy, at least you taught the girls to sing |
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