Текст (слова) песни: Ella Fitzgerald - Stompin` At The Savoy
Savoy, the home of sweet romance, Savoy, it wins you with a glance, Savoy, gives happy feet a chance to dance.
Your old form just like a clinging vine, Your lips so warm and sweet as wine, Your cheek so soft and close to mine, divine.
How my heart is singing, While the band is swinging, I`m never tired of romping, And stomping with you at the Savoy. What joy - a perfect holiday, Savoy, where we can glide and sway, Savoy, let me stomp away with you;
The home of sweet romance, It wins you at a glance, Gives happy feet a chance to dance. Just like a clinging vine, So soft and sweet as wine, So soft and close to mine, divine.
How my heart is singing, While the band is swinging, I`m never, never, never tired of romping, And stomping with you at the Savoy. What joy - a perfect holiday, Savoy, where we can glide and sway, Savoy, let me stomp away with you;
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