Текст песни Marc Bolan - Ballrooms Of Mars
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Текст песни Marc Bolan - Ballrooms Of Mars
Ballrooms Of MarsYou gonna look fineBe primed for dancingYou're gonna trip and glideAll on the trembling planeYour diamond handsWill be stacked with roses( )And wind and carsAnd people of the pastI'll call you thingJust when the moon singsAnd place your face in stoneUpon the hill of starsAnd gripped in the armsOf the changeless madmanWe'll dance our lives awayIn the Ballrooms of MarsYou talk about dayI'm talking 'bout night timeWhen the monsters call outThe names of menBob Dylan knowsAnd I bet Alan Freed didThere are things in nightThat are better not to beholdYou danceWith your lizard leather boots onAnd pull the stringsThat change the faces of menYou diamond browed hagYou're a gutter-gaunt gangsterJohn Lennon knows your nameAnd I've seen his