Текст песни ABBA - Midnight Special
ABBA - Midnight Special слова песни
Well, you wake up in the morningHear the ding-dong ringYou go marching to the tableSee the same old thingSee the fork on the tableNothing in your panIf you sing a thing about itYoure in trouble with the manLet the midnight special shine a light on meLet the midnight special shine its ever loving light on meIf you ever go to houstonWell, you better act rightAnd you better not gambleAnd you better not fightFor the sheriff will arrest youThen hell take you downAnd before you understand itYou are prison boundLet the midnight specialShine a light on meLet the midnight specialShine its ever loving light on meOn me, on me