I dreamed I walked in heaven, just the other night There was so much beauty, so much light Don?t you wish it was true Don?t you wish it was true An angel
If I was a gamblin? man Never would?ve let you play your hand With a broken down cowboy like me ?Cause you never can trust your luck He?s bad news in
Lookin? out ?cross this town Kinda makes me wonder how All the things that made us great Got left so far behind This used to be a peaceful place Decent
I can't take it no more I can't take it no more Sick and tired of your dirty little war I can't take it no more You know you lied about the casualty
There go your big black Limousine You're shakin? your booty for the magazine Pickin? an? posin? like a wannabe It ain?t right, it ain?t right, such a
And I ain't no doctor And I ain't no noise Ain't no lawyer, babe And nothing could be wise Ain't got no aristocrat Ah, hangin' in my tree So tell me,
George is in the jungle Knockin? on the door Come to get your children Wants to have a war Come on Lord, you better run Be a long dark night Before this
I?ve been all around the world searchin? for my baby Tell me where can she be Lookin' high and low way back in Kokomo It's still a mystery Somebody help
It was the summer of love Freedom was in the air Young people everywhere So many questions if you care It was the summer of love Stand back, it will
Daddy had a band Playin? him a little guitar Travel in a band Livin? that rock ?n? roll Night after night People comin? up to the bandstand You say you
Well, the flower was made for beauty And the bee was made to sting All around this world Honey, it?s a natural thing It can shake the high and mighty
The river is waiting, come riser A new day is dawning, come riser We be sailing at first light, come gather Set our course for the crossing together
Пераклад: Спрынгсцін, Брус. Bad Moon Rising (Джон Фогерти / Creedence Clearwater Revival).
If I was a gambling man, Never would have let you play your hand With the broken down cowboy like me Cos you never can trust your luck He's bad news
Lookin' out across this town Kinda makes me wonder how All the things that make us great Got left so hard behind This used to be a peaceful place Decent
Daddy had a band Played him a little guitar Traveled in a van Livin' that rock and roll Night after night People comin' up to the bandstand Say you can
I can't take it no more I can't take it no more I'm sick and tired of your dirty little war I can't take it no more You know you lied about the casualties
There goes your big black limousine Shakin' your booty for the magazine Peekin' and posin' like a wannabe It ain't right It ain't right Such a waste
