Текст песни Rolling Stones - Sweet Black Angel
Rolling Stones - Sweet Black Angel слова песни
Got a sweet black angel, Got a pin up girl,
Got a sweet black angel, Up upon my wall.
Well, she ain`t no singer And she ain`t no star,
But she sure talk good, And she move so fast.
But the gal in danger, Yeah, de gal in chains,
But she keep on pushin`, Would ya take her place?
She countin` up de minutes, She countin` up de days,
She`s a sweet black angel, woh, Not a sweet black slave.
Ten little niggers Sittin` on de wall,
Her brothers been a fallin`, Fallin` one by one.
For a judges murder In a judges court,
Now de judge he gonna judge her For all dat he`s worth.
Well de gal in danger, De gal in chains,
But she keep on pushin` Would you do the same?
She countin` up de minutes, She countin` up de days,
She`s a sweet black angel, Not a gun toting teacher,
Not a Red lovin` school mom, Ain`t someone gonna free her,
Free de sweet black slave, Free de sweet black slave.