Текст песни Always The Lonesome Ones (P.T. Banks) с переводом

Call up your old man

Tell him where you stand

Give him all the story

All your tales of glory, now

He don’t care no more

I don’t care for sure

Give them all the story

All the tales of your love

Of golden locks

Curls in flocks

Oh, now, that shot o' heat a thousand miles an hour

Goldie Locks

Oh, can’t you see him?

He’s calling your name

But it’s always the lonesome ones

Who tell it all

It’s always the lonesome ones

Who share it all

With everyone around

It’s always the lonesome ones

It’s always the lonesome ones

Who turn it on

For everyone around

Call up your old girl

Take her for a twirl

Get her on the dance floor

She can’t dance no more

Tell all that you meet

Out there in the street

Give them all the story

All the tales of your love

Of golden locks

Her curls in flocks

Oh, now, that shot o' heat a thousand miles an hour

Goldie Locks

Oh, can’t you see her?

Tomorrow you won’t

But it’s always the lonesome ones

Who tell it all

It’s always the lonesome ones

Who share it all

With everyone around

It’s always the lonesome ones

It’s always the lonesome ones

Who turn it on

For everyone around

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