Tom Jones - 1967 - Green, Green Grass Of Home все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone
Let's pretend that we're togeher all alone
I'll tell the man to turn the juke box way down low
And you can tell your friend there with you he'll have to go

Whisper to me tell me do you love me true
Or is he holding you the way I do
If love is blind make up your mind I've got to know tell me