MARTIN SIMPSON — Duncan & Brady tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Duncan & Brady", wykonawca: MARTIN SIMPSON.
Tekst piosenki
Well it’s twinkle, twinkle, little star
Along came Brady in his 'lectric car
He’s got a mean look right in his eye
He’s gonna shoot somebody just to see 'em die
Refrain: He's been on the job too long
Well, Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar
Along comes Brady with his shining star
And Brady says, «Duncan, you’re under arrest,»
Then Duncan shot a hole right in Brady’s chest
Brady, Brady, Brady, well you know you done wrong
Breakin' in here while the games goin' on You come a-breakin' down the windows, And knockin' down
the door
And now you’re lyin' dead on the barroom floor
Well, ol' King Brady was a big fat man
The Doctor reached down, grabbed a hold of his hand
He felt for his pulse, then shook his head
Said I believe into my soul, King Brady’s dead
High tail carriages just a -tandin' around
To carry King Brady to the buryin' ground
Them rubber tired buggies, them rubber tired hacks
They took him to the graveyard, never brung him back
When the women all heard that King Brady was dead
They went out a home and they be racked in red
They come a-slipping' and a-slidin' and shufflin' down
the street
In their big mother hubbards and their stockin' feet
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
To Migocz, migocz, mała gwiazdko
Along came Brady in his ' lectric car
Ma wredne spojrzenie.
Zastrzeli kogoś, żeby zobaczyć, jak umiera.
Refren: za długo jest w pracy
Duncan, Duncan zajmował się barem.
Along comes Brady with his shining star
A Brady mówi, " Duncan, jesteś aresztowany,»
Wtedy Duncan strzelił w klatkę piersiową Brady ' ego.
Brady, Brady, Brady, well you know you done wrong
Breakin 'in here while the games goin' on you come a-breakin 'down the windows, And knockin' down
drzwi
And now you 're lyin' dead on the barroom floor
Cóż, Stary król Brady był wielkim grubasem
Doktor sięgnął w dół, chwycił go za rękę.
Wyczuł puls, a potem potrząsnął głową.
Said I believe in my soul, King Brady ' s dead
High tail carriages just a-tandin ' around
To carry King Brady to the buryin ' ground
Them rubber tired buggies, them rubber tired hacks
Zabrali go na cmentarz, nigdy go nie przywieźli.
Kiedy kobiety usłyszały, że król Brady nie żyje
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They come a-slipin 'and a-slidin' and shufflin ' down
ulica
W ich wielkich matczynych hubbardach i ich stopach