Текст песни Carole King - Pocket Money
Carole King - Pocket Money слова песни
Pocket MoneyFrom the Motion Picture “Pocket Money”by Carole KingNo friends, no dreams, no pocket money.There`s a wall around my body, A fence around my kind.Nothing comes to me easily,not leastwise peace of mind.Still, I keep movin`,tryin` to break on through.I don`t know nothin` else to do.Peelin` paint above my headis just another sign.Black clouds in the distance,gettin` closer all the time.I gotta keep movin`,tryin` to break on through.I don`t know nothin` else to do.Sometimes when I think that thingsare bad as they can be,I see a fella standinglower down on the ladder than me.Now, I`m alive and kickin`dust behind my heel.Long as I got my soulI`m on the good end of the dealand I`m gonna keep movin`,tryin` to break on through.I don`t know nothin` else to do.I gotta keep movin`.No friends, no dreams, no pocket money.So, I`m gonna keep movin`.No pocket money.Copyright 1972 by Colgems Music Corp./Elorac Music