Otros Ejercicios
Completa los huecos, después pulsa el botón Score para chequear tus respuestas
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for the respect
He deals the cards to the answer
The sacred of chance
The hidden law of outcome
The lead a dance
I know that the spades
Are the of a soldier
I know that the are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for art
But that's not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades
Are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that mean for art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape
The shape of my heart
And if I told you I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their in too many places
And those who are lost
I know that the spades
Are the swords of a soldier
I know the are of war
I that mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape
The shape of my heart
And those he plays suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for the respect
He deals the cards to the answer
The sacred of chance
The hidden law of outcome
The lead a dance
I know that the spades
Are the of a soldier
I know that the are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for art
But that's not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades
Are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that mean for art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape
The shape of my heart
And if I told you I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their in too many places
And those who are lost
I know that the spades
Are the swords of a soldier
I know the are of war
I that mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape
The shape of my heart
Click en la palabra para obtener su definición.
( Traducción Automática )
Con tecnología de Microsoft® Translator
