Текст песни BOB DYLAN - Three Angels
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Текст песни BOB DYLAN - Three Angels
Three angels up above the streetEach one playing a horn Dressed in green robes with wings that stick outThey're been there since Christmas morn'The wildest cat from Montana passes by in a flashThen a lady in a bright orange dressOne U-Haul trailer, a truck with no wheels( )The Tenth Avenue bus going westThe dogs and pigeons fly up and they flutter aroundA man with a badge skips byThree fellows crawling on their way back to workNobody stops to ask whyThe bakery truck stops outside of that fenceWhere the angels stand high on their polesThe driver peeks out, trying to find one faceIn this concrete world full of soulsThe angels play on their horns all dayThe whole earth in progressions seems to pass byBut does anyone hear the music they play ?Does anyone even try ?