Jazz Chants - More Bad Luck | Текст песни

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The bread was stale, it_was four days old.

The milk was sour. [сауэр ]

The coffee was cold.

The butter was rancid.

The steak was tough.

The service was dreadful.

The waiter was rough.

My bill was huge.

His tip was small.

I'm sorry I went_ to that place at_all. эрол

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