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Текст (слова) песни: Bob Dylan - Dont Ya Tell Henry
Dont ya tell henry,
Apples got your fly.
I went down to the river on a saturday morn,
A-lookin around just to see whos born.
I found a little chicken down on his knees,
I went up and yelled to him,
"please, please, please!"
He said, "dont ya tell henry,
Dont ya tell henry,
Dont ya tell henry,
Apples got your fly."
I went down to the corner at a-half past ten,
Is lookin around, I wouldnt say when.
I looked down low, I looked above,
And who did I see but the one I love.
She said, "dont ya tell henry,
Dont ya tell henry,
Dont ya tell henry,
Apples got your fly."
Now, I went down to the beanery at half past twelve,
A-lookin around just to see myself.
I spotted a horse and a donkey, too,
I looked for a cow and I saw me a few.
They said, "dont ya tell henry,
Dont ya tell henry,
Dont ya tell henry,
Apples got your fly."
Now, I went down to the pumphouse the other night,
A-lookin around, it was outa sight.
I looked high and low for that big ol tree,
I did go upstairs but I didnt see nobody but me.
I said, "dont ya tell henry,
Dont ya tell henry,
Dont ya tell henry,
Apples got your fly."
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