Slade. Play It Loud. Raven. Zeneszám

Tell raven that it's fatal
Chasing everything that glitters
Coloured pieces chattering doesn't miss a single thing
Gold and silver body stone never leaves a thing alone
Chorus
Belts away every hour
Flies to his lofty tower
Storing his spoils of the fruits of his toils
You beware of the sight of the roundabout flight
Often you'll see the raven
Flapping wings and calling loudly
He doesn't care what others feel thinks he has the right to steal
Gold and silver body stone never leaves a thing alone
Chorus
Belts away every hour
Flies to his lofty tower
Storing his spoils of the fruits of his toils
You beware of the sight of the roundabout flight
Break
Chorus
Belts away every hour
Flies to his lofty tower
Storing his spoils of the fruits of his toils
You beware of the sight of the roundabout flight