CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Grickle Grass
At the far end of town
Where the Grickle-grass grows
And the wind smells slow and sour when it blows
And no birds ever sing excepting old crows
Is the Street of the Lifted Lorax
Grickle-grass, Grickle-grass
Street of the Lifted Lorax
Grickle-grass, Grickle-grass
Somebody lifted the Lorax away
Where the Grickle-grass grows
And the wind smells slow and sour when it blows
And no birds ever sing excepting old crows
Is the Street of the Lifted Lorax
Grickle-grass, Grickle-grass
Street of the Lifted Lorax
Grickle-grass, Grickle-grass
Somebody lifted the Lorax away
