Espana Rules.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The matador side stepped and passed,
with skill and balance to enthrall.
It was such a sight to behold,
the way he tamed the rageing bull.
Who lost his head and came in hard,
tried every trick to no avail.
For when your”e master of your art,
bull headed force will always fail.
So with one thrust side stepped the bull,
and left him snorting the night air.
For as he lay down in the dust,
The maestro stood in floodlit glare.
With cheers and shouts of ole ole,
his mastered art for all to see.
Had shone through like a beacon light,
and warmed the hearts of you and me.



If Holland thought they would win with these tactics they were living in never netherland.jim.

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