Альбом The Temptations

[Нет текста]

I watch you go to church on Sunday
But you forget all you learned on Monday
You see your smiling face can't hide
How you hate your brother inside

So Ima telling you
Run, Charlie, run
Look! The niggers are coming!
(The niggers are coming?!)
Run, Charlie, run
Look! The niggers are coming!
(The niggers are coming?!)

You built this great big beautiful city
But you ran away and left it to die. What a pity.
You could have made friends with your neighbor
But you are much too prejudiced to try; tell me why!

So Ima telling you
Run, Charlie, run
Look! The niggers are coming!
(The niggers are coming?!)
Run, Charlie, run
Look! The niggers are coming!
(The niggers are coming?!)

But the greatest wrong you know you've done
Is you passed this sickness onto your son
(your one and only boy)
He came into this world with a mind so clean
You took it, molded it, and made it mean!

So Ima telling you
Run, Charlie, run
Look! The niggers are coming!
(The niggers are coming?!)
Run, Charlie, run
Look! The niggers are coming!
(The niggers are coming?!)

It was the third of September; that day I'll always remember,
'Cause that was the day that my daddy died.
I never got a chance to see him;
Never heard nothin' but bad things about him.
Mama I'm depending on you to tell me the truth.

Spoken:
Mama just hung her head and said Son,

Chorus:
Sung:
Papa was a rollin' stone.
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
And when he died,
All he left us was alone.

Repeat Chrous

Hey Mama,
Is it true, what they say that Papa never worked a day in his life?
And Mama?
Some bad talk goin' round town,
That Papa had three outside children and another wife.
And that ain't right!

Heard some talk about Papa doin' some storefront preachin'.
Talkin' about savin' souls, and all the time leachin'.
Dealin' in dirt!
And stealing in the name of the Lord.

Spoken:
Mama just hung her head and said:

Chrous

Repeat Chrous

Hey, Mama, I heard Papa call himself a jack of all trades.
Tell me, is that what sent Papa to an early grave?
Folks say Papa would beg, borrow, or steal to pay his bills.
Hey, Mama, folks say Papa was never much on thinkin';
Spend most of his time chasin' women and drinkin'!
Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth.

Spoken:
Mama looked up with a tear in her eye and said

Chrous

Repeat Chorus

[Нет текста]

[Нет текста]

THE FIRST TIME EVER I SAW YOUR FACE
WRITER EWAN MacCOLL

The first time ever I saw your face I thought the sun rose in your eyes And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave To the dark and the empty skies, my love, To the dark and the empty skies. The first time ever I kissed your mouth And felt your heart beat close to mine Like the trembling heart of a captive bird That was there at my command, my love That was there at my command. The first time ever I lay with you I felt the earth move in my hand I thought our joy would fill the earth And last 'till the end of time, my love, And last

[Нет текста]

[Нет текста]