Текст песни Curt Kirkwood - Lake of Fire
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Where do bad folks do when their die?
They don't do to heaven where the angels fly.
they Go to the lake of fire and fry,
won't See em again til the forth of july.
I knew a lady who came from Duluth
She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
And she flew away howling on the yellow moon.
Verse 1.
People cry,people moan,
Look for a dry place to call their home.
Try to find some place to rest their bones,
While the angels and the devils try to make their own.
Verse 1.
Огненное озеро (Курт Кирквуд)
Куда отправляются плохие парни после смерти?
Они не попадают на небеса,где парят ангелы,
Они попадают в огненное озеро и поджариваются там,
И мы увидим их вновь только 4 июля.
Знавал я одну даму из города Дулут,
ее покусал бешеный пес.
Она сыграла в ящик пожалуй слишком быстро,
Взлетела да и совершила посадку на желтой луне.
Куплет 1.
Люди плачут,люди мтенают,
Ищут место посуще,чтобы назвать его своим домом,
Пытаются отыскать местечко,где будут покоится их косточки,
Пока ангелы и дьяволы пытаются обделывать свои делишки.
Куплет 1. Lake of fire (Curt Kirkwood)
Where do bad folks go when their die?
They do not do to heaven where the angels fly.
they Go to the lake of fire and fry,
will not See em again til the forth of july.
I knew a lady who came from Duluth
She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
And she flew away howling on the yellow moon.
Verse 1.
People cry, people moan,
Look for a dry place to call their home.
Try to find some place to rest their bones,
While the angels and the devils try to make their own.
Verse 1.
The lake of fire (Curt Kirkwood)
Where are the bad guys go after death?
They do not go to heaven where the angels soar,
They fall into the lake of fire and roast it,
And we'll see them again only 4th of July.
I used to know a lady of Duluth,
it was bitten by a rabid dog.
She played in a box is perhaps too quickly,
Soared and even landed on the yellow moon.
Verse 1.
People cry, people mtenayut,
Posusche looking for a place to call it their home,
Try to find a place where they will rest their bones,
While the angels and the devils try to arrange their affairs.
Verse 1.
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