Текст песни Bob Dylan - The Wicked Messenger, слова песни Bob Dylan

Текст песни Bob Dylan - The Wicked Messenger

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There was a wicked messengerFrom eli he did come,With a mind that multipliedThe smallest matter.When questioned who had sent for him,He answered with his thumb,For his tongue it could not speak, but only flatter.He stayed behind the assembly hall,It was there he made his bed,Oftentimes he could be seen returning.Until one day he just appearedWith a note in his hand which read,"the soles of my feet, I swear theyre burning."Oh, the leaves began to fallinAnd the seas began to part,And the people that confronted him were many.And he was told but these few words,Which opened up his heart,"if ye cannot bring good news, then dont bring any."

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The Wicked Messenger

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