Ivan Moody - A Penny For A Tale [OST the Devil`s Carnival] | Текст песни

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• A Penny For A Tale [OST the Devil`s Carnival]

Let me tell you a tale for a penny
One that you cannot hear anywhere else
Not anywhere else
I heard from a birdy
It doesn't end purdy
It doesn't end well
No it never ends well

Let me spin you a yarn for a cent
Lord, would it not be a sin
For you to deny yourselves
A tale

A penny, a penny
A penny for an old beggar man's
Story, a story

A penny for a tale

There once was a doggy (arf arf arf)
She pranced in the moon
With a mouth full of
Shiny red pennies
She leapt and she wagged
So proud of her
Shiny red pennies

Yipping with glee

She trotted by the river (trot trot trot)
And, oh, bless my soul
She saw her
Reflection in the water
A pup with a jaw full
Of shiny red
Pennies in the water
She trotted as she plotted
To pirate those pennies

Oh, how they teased

Lord, lord
That greed, it'll kill ya
Lord, lord
Go on pass the hat, will ya
Yer purse strings are tight
Bleed for a sinner
I just need a few pennies more
A few pennies more

But greedy, so greedy (me me me)
She snarled as she swiped
And struck at the
Mutt in the water
A foolish pooch loots
From herself in the water

Her reflection struck back

Lord
I want to go on with the song
But don't make me bring up
What she did to that pup
That cute little pup
I just might well up

But I'll continue my rhyme for a dime
Or a penny is fine
These are difficult times
Yes difficult times
Thank you sirs, you're too kind

Lord, lord
That greed, it'll kill ya
Lord, lord
Go on pass the hat, will ya
Your purse strings are tight
Bleed for a sinner
I just need a few pennies--
Lord, lord
That greed, it'll kill ya
Lord, lord
Go on pass the hat, will ya
Your purse strings are tight
Bleed for a sinner
I just need a few pennies more
A few pennies more

And so did our doggy (bad bad bad)
She'd kill for a bite
At those shiny red pennies
She leapt and she barked
At the dog in the water

But her pennies
Her pennies
They dropped
Down, down
After them she shot
Down, down
Down in the waters below . . .

God rest her soul

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