Текст песни Bob Dylan - Minstrel Boy
Bob Dylan - Minstrel Boy слова песни
Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin? Whos gonna let it roll? Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin? Whos gonna let it down easy to save his soul? Oh, luckys been drivin a long, long timeAnd now hes stuck on top of the hill.With twelve forward gears, its been a long hard climb,And with all of them ladies, though, hes lonely still.Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin? Whos gonna let it roll? Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin? Whos gonna let it down easy to save his soul? Well, he deep in number and heavy in toil,Mighty mockingbird, he still has such a heavy load.Beneath his boundries, what more can I tell,With all of his travlin, but Im still on that road.Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin? Whos gonna let it roll? Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin? Whos gonna let it down easy to save his soul?