Текст песни Glory Hallelujah, How They'll Sing (Bobbie Gentry) с переводом

Up at five and done with chores, the family piles in the pickup

Meetin' at the church house all the folks from miles around

Packed between Mama and Daddy and all of the kids is a bushel basket

Headin' for an all-day country singin' and dinner on the ground

Where they’ll sing, glory hallelujah, how they’ll sing

Ladies dab their throats and brows with hand-embroidered linen

Cool their dampened feedsack bodices with cardboard fans

Fans that advertize on one side Lanie’s Funeral Parlor

While Jesus on the other side out stretches nail-scarred hands

And they’ll sing, glory hallelujah, how they’ll sing

Do mi so, la so mi do

Do re mi, fa ti do

Do mi so, la so mi do

Do re mi, fa ti do

A deacon in a white, nylon short-sleeve shirt leads the singin'

A book of matches in his pocket and a ballpoint pen

Inside the cover of the matches is the deacon’s name and address

Enrollin' in a course that’s offered to outstandin' men

And he sings, glory hallelujah, how he’ll sing

And he sings, glory hallelujah, how he’ll sing

Now, lets turn to page 34 in our Broadman hymnals

A pinned roll banded hand prepares to strike the openin' chord

A small boy whispers to his mama «Do natives go to Heaven?»

And they lift their voices to the sky, sing praises to the Lord

And they’ll sing, glory hallelujah, how they’ll sing

And they’ll sing, glory hallelujah, how they’ll sing

And they’ll sing

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