Текст (слова) песни: Rolling Stones - Sweet Black Angel
Got a sweet black angel, Got a pin up girl, Got a sweet black angel, Up upon my wall. Well, she ain`t no singer And she ain`t no star, But she sure talk good, And she move so fast. But the gal in danger, Yeah, de gal in chains, But she keep on pushin`, Would ya take her place? She countin` up de minutes, She countin` up de days, She`s a sweet black angel, woh, Not a sweet black slave. Ten little niggers Sittin` on de wall, Her brothers been a fallin`, Fallin` one by one. For a judge they murdered And a judge they stole, Now de judge he gonna judge her For all dat he`s worth. Well de gal in danger, De gal in chains, But she keep on pushin` Would you do the same? She countin` up de minutes, She countin` up de days, She`s a sweet black angel, Not a gun toting teacher, Not a Red lovin` school mom, Ain`t someone gonna free her, Free de sweet black slave, Free de sweet black slave
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