clique para tocar Fechar
Harry Belafonte
moyet
I was walking down the road,And I picked up a little bowl,
And I made me a seat,
And everybody I meet wanna know how many can sit on that seat.
Some says one, and itâ??s more yet.
Some says two, and itâ??s more yet.
Some says three, and itâ??s more yet.
Some says four, and itâ??s more yet.
Some says five, and itâ??s more yet.
Some says six, and itâ??s more yet.
Some says seven, and itâ??s more yet.
Some says eight, and itâ??s more yet.
Some says nine, and itâ??s more yet.
Some says ten, and itâ??s more yet.
That was the end of my friend,
And all the men that could sit on that bowl.
His name was More Yet, and his name was More Yet
It was More Yet, it was More Yet.