Tác giả : Walkabouts, The
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Beyond the reach 
There are rows of tender hooks 
Where nothing seems 
To justify a second look 
And not a soul is found 
To tear them hooks on down 
 
Famous times 
Tattooed on this burlap skin 
And gun cold days 
Shot to pieces above my head 
Now tell who's that clown 
Who pulled this veil on down 
 
Long black veil 
Long black 
Long black veil 
Long black 
 
If light's a brighter grey 
Please then turn it up 
This whole town wears its veil down 
And wrestles with some all-night clown 
And he don't sleep 
And he don't sleep 
 
Long black veil 
Long black 
Long black veil 
Long black 
Long black veil 
Long black 
Long black veil 
Tell me long black