Текст песни Marianne Faithfull - Mack The Knife
Marianne Faithfull - Mack The Knife слова песни
Oh, the poor shark,Yes, the sweet shark,It has big teethBuried deep.Then theres macheathWith his big knife,But its hiddenIn his slip.And this same shark,This poor sweet shark,It sheds red bloodWhen it bleeds.Mackie big knifeWears a white glove,Pure in word andPure in deed.Sunday morningLovely blue sky,Theres a corpse stretchedOn the strand.Whos the man cruisinThe corner ? Well, its mackie,Knife in hand.Jenny towlerPoor wee jenny,There they found herKnife in breast.Mackies wanderingOn the west pierHoping onlyFor the best.Mind, that fire burntAll through soho.Seven kids deadOne old flower.Hey there, mackie,How is she cuttin ? Have another,Hold your hour.And those sweet babesUnder sixteenStory goes thatBlack and blueFor the price ofOne good screwingMackie, mackie,How could you ? For the price ofOne good screwingMackie, mackie,How could you ?