In France they grow the grapes, and make the best of wine, mostly coloured red, and a must have when you dine, this is some of the finest stuff, got nothing more to say, a Pinot noir and Riesling, and of course the Chardonney
I went to france for a good bourdeaux, and then some saké down in Tokyo, scotland for the best brown gold, even better when it's decades old, Norway got the long deep fjords, on the shore sides lives the proudest nords, pressing apples and growing wider, with the brand new magic of apple cider
Traveled to the place, where boys can grow to men, a old friend handed me, the finest bottle in Ireland, a Jameson so good, of the finest barley it's made, distilled in single copper pots, and many good souls have been depraved
I went to france for a good bourdeaux, and then some saké down in Tokyo, scotland for the best brown gold, even better when it's decades old, Norway got the long deep fjords, on the shore sides lives the proudest nords, pressing apples and growing wider, with the brand new magic of apple cider
West in the land of Norway, apples make a drink, good and fresh made bubbles, the cider makes you think, how can this northern people, make something with this taste, when all they're truly known for, is the warriors they raised
I went to france for a good bourdeaux, and then some saké down in Tokyo, scotland for the best brown gold, even better when it's decades old, Norway got the long deep fjords, on the shore sides lives the proudest nords, pressing apples and growing wider, with the brand new magic of apple cider
Flew across the ocean, to the land of Mexico, bought myself the best patrón, in the land where agave grow, this stuff is tequila, and full of lovely flavor, the honey and the pepper, does your throat a favor
I went to france for a good bourdeaux, and then some saké down in Tokyo, scotland for the best brown gold, even better when it's decades old, Norway got the long deep fjords, on the shore sides lives the proudest nords, pressing apples and growing wider, with the brand new magic of apple cider
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In France they grow the grapes, and make the best of wine, mostly coloured red, and a must have when you dine, this is some of the finest stuff, got nothing more to say, a Pinot noir and Riesling, and of course the Chardonney
I went to france for a good bourdeaux, and then some saké down in Tokyo, scotland for the best brown gold, even better when it's decades old, Norway got the long deep fjords, on the shore sides lives the proudest nords, pressing apples and growing wider, with the brand new magic of apple cider
Traveled to the place, where boys can grow to men, a old friend handed me, the finest bottle in Ireland, a Jameson so good, of the finest barley it's made, distilled in single copper pots, and many good souls have been depraved
I went to france for a good bourdeaux, and then some saké down in Tokyo, scotland for the best brown gold, even better when it's decades old, Norway got the long deep fjords, on the shore sides lives the proudest nords, pressing apples and growing wider, with the brand new magic of apple cider
West in the land of Norway, apples make a drink, good and fresh made bubbles, the cider makes you think, how can this northern people, make something with this taste, when all they're truly known for, is the warriors they raised
I went to france for a good bourdeaux, and then some saké down in Tokyo, scotland for the best brown gold, even better when it's decades old, Norway got the long deep fjords, on the shore sides lives the proudest nords, pressing apples and growing wider, with the brand new magic of apple cider
Flew across the ocean, to the land of Mexico, bought myself the best patrón, in the land where agave grow, this stuff is tequila, and full of lovely flavor, the honey and the pepper, does your throat a favor
I went to france for a good bourdeaux, and then some saké down in Tokyo, scotland for the best brown gold, even better when it's decades old, Norway got the long deep fjords, on the shore sides lives the proudest nords, pressing apples and growing wider, with the brand new magic of apple cider
I went to france for a good bourdeaux, and then some saké down in Tokyo, scotland for the best brown gold, even better when it's decades old, Norway got the long deep fjords, on the shore sides lives the proudest nords, pressing apples and growing wider, with the brand new magic of apple cider
Traveled to the place, where boys can grow to men, a old friend handed me, the finest bottle in Ireland, a Jameson so good, of the finest barley it's made, distilled in single copper pots, and many good souls have been depraved
I went to france for a good bourdeaux, and then some saké down in Tokyo, scotland for the best brown gold, even better when it's decades old, Norway got the long deep fjords, on the shore sides lives the proudest nords, pressing apples and growing wider, with the brand new magic of apple cider
West in the land of Norway, apples make a drink, good and fresh made bubbles, the cider makes you think, how can this northern people, make something with this taste, when all they're truly known for, is the warriors they raised
I went to france for a good bourdeaux, and then some saké down in Tokyo, scotland for the best brown gold, even better when it's decades old, Norway got the long deep fjords, on the shore sides lives the proudest nords, pressing apples and growing wider, with the brand new magic of apple cider
Flew across the ocean, to the land of Mexico, bought myself the best patrón, in the land where agave grow, this stuff is tequila, and full of lovely flavor, the honey and the pepper, does your throat a favor
I went to france for a good bourdeaux, and then some saké down in Tokyo, scotland for the best brown gold, even better when it's decades old, Norway got the long deep fjords, on the shore sides lives the proudest nords, pressing apples and growing wider, with the brand new magic of apple cider
Writer: Thor André Dyrdal
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