Mel Torme - A Day In The Life Of Bonnie And Clyde (`68) | Текст песни

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• A Day In The Life Of Bonnie And Clyde (`68)

it was a tenth day of August
way back in thirty-three.
a-rollerskating around in the town where I lived,
who did a happen to see.
well, I was close to the bank, when the battered old Lincoln
pulled along side.
and you'll never believe, who got out of that car:
it was Bonnie and Claid.

she looked as sweet as a primerose,
with hair the color of sand.
and then I noticed the blue steal colt automatic
she held in each hand.
when I saw the big double-barreled shotgun
he held at his side,
Then I knew, our bank was in for a visit
from Bonnie and Clide.

And while they were in there,
the birds didn't sing,
and the wind didn't blow,
and the world kind of held it's breath.
And I could just picture
the folks in the bank
with their hands in the air
awful trembly and scared to death.

and then the bank door flew open,
and Clyde and Bonnie back out.
and they were giggling and laughing as happy as kids,
in fact there wasn't a doubt.

as she got in the car, she looked down at me,
what do you think?
she gave me a grin, blew me a kiss, winked me a wink.
and then they drove away.

they shot them dead in a meadow
they laid them side by side.
and lost of people for hundreds of miles around
was glad to hear, that they died.

but I know, somewhere
there were a pair of women, who cried.
yes, the broken-hearted mothers of poor
Bonnie and Clide.
the brokenhearted mothers of poor Bonnie and Clide.
yes, the brokenhearted mothers of poor Bonnie and Clide.

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