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Текст песни BOB DYLAN - Angelina

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Текст песни BOB DYLAN - Angelina




Well, it's always been my nature to take chancesMy right hand drawing back while my left hand advancesWhere the current is strong and the monkey dancesTo the tune of a concertinaBlood dryin' in my yellow hair as I go from shore to shoreI know what it is that has drawn me to your door( )But whatever it could be, makes you think you've seen me beforeAngelinaOh, Angelina. Oh, AngelinaHis eyes were two slits that would make a snake proudWith a face that any painter would paint as he walked through the crowdWorshipping a god with the body of a woman well endowedAnd the head of a hyenaDo I need your permission to turn the other cheek?If you can read my mind, why must I speak?No, I have heard nothing about the man that you seekAngelinaOh, Angelina. Oh, AngelinaIn the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explodeThe peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowedI was only following instructions when the judge sent me down the roadWith your subpoenaWhen you cease to exist, then who will you blame?I've tried my best to love you, but I cannot play this gameYour best friend and my worst enemy is one and the sameAngelinaOh, Angelina. Oh, AngelinaThere's a black Mercedes rollin' through the combat zoneYour servants are half dead; you're down to the boneTell me, tall man, where would you like to be overthrownMaybe down in Jerusalem or Argentina?She was stolen from her mother when she was three days oldNow her vengeance has been satisfied and her possessions have been soldHe's surrounded by God's angels and she's wearin' a blindfoldAnd so are you, AngelinaOh, Angelina. Oh, AngelinaI see pieces of men marching; trying to take heaven by forceI can see the unknown rider, I can see the pale white horseIn God's truth tell me what you want, and you'll have it of courseJust step into the arenaBeat a path of retreat up them spiral staircasesPass the tree of smoke, pass the angel with four facesBegging God for mercy and weepin' in unholy placesAngelinaOh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina




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