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Текст (слова) песни: Marianne Faithfull - Mack the KnifeOh, the poor shark, Yes, the sweet shark, It has big teeth Buried deep. Then there`s Macheath With his big knife, But it`s hidden In his slip. And this same shark, This poor sweet shark, It sheds red blood When it bleeds. Mackie Big Knife Wears a white glove, Pure in word and Pure in deed. Sunday morning Lovely blue sky, There`s a corpse stretched On the Strand. Who`s the man cruisin` The corner ? Well, it`s Mackie, Knife in hand. Jenny Towler Poor wee Jenny, There they found her Knife in breast. Mackie`s wandering On the West Pier Hoping only For the best. Mind, that fire burnt All through Soho. Seven kids dead One old flower. Hey there, Mackie, How is she cuttin` ? Have another, Hold your hour. And those sweet babes Under sixteen Story goes that Black and blue For the price of One good screwing Mackie, Mackie, How could you ? For the price of One good screwing Mackie, Mackie, How could you ?
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