Текст (слова) песни: cold chisel - Khe Sanh

I left my heart to the sappers round Khe Sanh
And my soul was sold with my cigarettes to the blackmarket man
I`ve had the Vietnam cold turkey
From the ocean to the Silver City
And it`s only other vets could understand

About the long forgotten dockside guarantees
How there were no V-day heroes in 1973
How we sailed into Sydney Harbour
Saw an old friend but couldn`t kiss her
She was lined, and I was home to the lucky land

And she was like so many more from that time on
Their lives were all so empty, till they found their chosen one
And their legs were often open
But their minds were always closed
And their hearts were held in fast suburban chains

And the legal pads were yellow, hours long, paypacket lean
And the telex writers clattered where the gunships once had been
But the car parks made me jumpy
And I never stopped the dreams
Or the growing need for speed and novacaine

So I worked across the country end to end
Tried to find a place to settle down,
Where my mixed up life could mend
Held a job on an oil-rig
Flying choppers when I could
But the nightlife nearly drove me round the bend

And I`ve travelled round the world from year to year
And each one found me aimless, one more year the more for wear
And I`ve been back to South East Asia
But the answer sure ain`t there
But I`m drifting north, to check things out again

You know the last plane out of Sydney`s almost gone
Only seven flying hours, and I`ll be landing in Hong Kong
There ain`t nothing like the kisses
From a jaded Chinese princess
I`m gonna hit some Hong Kong mattress all night long

Well the last plane out of Sydney`s almost gone
Yeah the last plane out of Sydney`s almost gone
And it`s really got me worried
I`m goin` nowhere and I`m in a hurry
And the last plane out of Sydney`s almost gone
(Repeat twice)

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: cold chisel - Khe Sanh I left my heart to the sappers round Khe Sanh And my soul was sold with my cigarettes to the blackmarket man I`ve had the Vietnam cold turkey From the ocean to the Silver City And it`s only other vets could understand About the long forgotten dockside guarantees How there were no V-day heroes in 1973 How we sailed into Sydney Harbour Saw an old friend but couldn`t kiss her She was lined, and I was home to the lucky land And she was like so many more from that time on Their lives were all so empty, till they found their chosen one And their legs were often open But their minds were always closed And their hearts were held in fast suburban chains And the legal pads were yellow, hours long, paypacket lean And the telex writers clattered where the gunships once had been But the car parks made me jumpy And I never stopped the dreams Or the growing need for speed and novacaine So I worked across the country end to end Tried to find a place to settle down, Where my mixed up life could mend Held a job on an oil-rig Flying choppers when I could But the nightlife nearly drove me round the bend And I`ve travelled round the world from year to year And each one found me aimless, one more year the more for wear And I`ve been back to South East Asia But the answer sure ain`t there But I`m drifting north, to check things out again You know the last plane out of Sydney`s almost gone Only seven flying hours, and I`ll be landing in Hong Kong There ain`t nothing like the kisses From a jaded Chinese princess I`m gonna hit some Hong Kong mattress all night long Well the last plane out of Sydney`s almost gone Yeah the last plane out of Sydney`s almost gone And it`s really got me worried I`m goin` nowhere and I`m in a hurry And the last plane out of Sydney`s almost gone (Repeat twice) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Khe Sanh: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/40179.html Все тексты песен: cold chisel » cold chisel - standing on the outside \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » cold chisel - cheap wine \| guitar chord и Mp3 » cold chisel - flame trees \| guitar chord и Mp3 » cold chisel - flame trees \| guitar chord и Mp3 » cold chisel - Flame Trees » cold chisel - cheap wine \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » cold chisel - The Things I Love In You » cold chisel - Mr Crown Prosecutor » cold chisel - Yakuza Girls » cold chisel - Cheap Wine » cold chisel - Pretty Little Thing » cold chisel - He Can`t Believe It`s Over With You » cold chisel - Angel In My Room » cold chisel - cheap wine \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » cold chisel - bow river \| guitar pro tab и Mp3 » cold chisel - cheap wine \| guitar chord и Mp3 » cold chisel - Baby`s On Fire » cold chisel - khe sahn \| guitar chord и Mp3 » cold chisel - choir girl \| guitar chord и Mp3 » cold chisel - So Hard Рекомендуем скачать: » Леонид Агутин - Граница (совместно с группой "Отпетые мо » Любовь Окунева - Жена поэта » Любовь Успенская - Люба » Любовь Захарченко - Поэт нашего времени » Леонид Ваксман, Василий Мешавкин - Прощание с целиной » Леонид Агутин - Муха » Лакмус - Настоящая любовь » Леонид Семаков - Гипотезы » Людмила Чеботарева - Женские романы » Любовь Захарченко - Я не убила. Я разлюбила... » Леонид Ваксман - Перелёт » Леонард Хируг - Отче наш » Л.Агутин - Кого не стоило бы ждать » Л.Зыкина - Оренбургский пуховый платок » Любовь Окунева - Сердцу не прикажешь » Ленинград - Злая пуля » Леонард Хируг - Приучаемый к смерти » Леонид Сергеев, Вадим Мищук - Песнь о Козлове » Лика - Падай » Леонид Ваксман, Михаил Сипер - Еврейский оркестр
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