{"type":"video","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Network.hu","provider_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/","title":"Hank Thompson - Blackboard of My heart ","author_name":"apucsoka","author_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/apucsoka","html":"<object width="424" height="345"><param name="movie" value="http:\/\/country.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=285349&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/country.network.hu" \/><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" \/><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" \/><embed src="http:\/\/country.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=285349&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/country.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" \/><\/object>","width":424,"height":345,"description":"When I was younG and I went to school they taught me how to write\r\nTo take the chalk and make a mark and hope it turns out right\r\nWell that's the way it is with love and what you did to me\r\nI wrote it so you'd know that I was yours eternally\r\n\r\nBut my tears have washed I love you from the blackboard of my heart\r\nIt's too late to clean the slate and make another start\r\nI'm satisfied the way things are although we're far apart\r\nMy tears have washed I love you from the blackboard of my heart\r\n[ fiddle ]\r\nIf you'd been true the way you should and not have gone astray\r\nThose tears would not have fallen down and washed the words away\r\nNo need to talk for if the chalk should write those words again\r\nIt will be for someone else not things that might have been\r\nBut my tears have washed...","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/vds.network.hu\/clubvideo\/2\/8\/5\/_\/285349_94390_2.jpg","thumbnail_width":80,"thumbnail_height":60,"video_id":"285349"}