Вступление:
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When are you gonna come
down,
When are you
going to
land?
I
should have
stayed on the
farm,
Should have
listened to my old
man.
You
know you can't
hold me
forever,
I
didn't sign
up with
you,
I'm
not a
present for your
friends to
open
This
boy's too young to be
singingБридж:
The
blues…
Ah-ah-ah...Припев:
So
goodbye yellow brick
road,
Where the
dogs of society
howl,
You
can't plant
me in your
penthouse,
I'm
going back
to my plough.
Back to the howling old
owl in the woods,
Hunting the horny back
toad,
Oh, I've finally decided my
future lies,
Beyond the
yellow brick
Бридж:
Road...
Ah-ah-ah…
What do you think you'll
do then?
I bet that'll
shoot down your plane.
It'll take you
a couple of
vodka and tonics
To set you
on your feet
again.
May
you'll get a
replacement,
There's plenty
like me
to be found.
Mongrels who ain't got a
penny,
Sniffing for tidbits like you
onБридж:
The ground…
Ah-ah-ah…Припев:
So
goodbye yellow brick
road,
Where the
dogs of society
howl,
You
can't plant
me in your
penthouse,
I'm
going back
to my plough.
Back to the howling old
owl in the woods,
Hunting the horny back
toad,
Oh, I've finally decided my
future lies,
Beyond the
yellow brick
Бридж:
Road...
Ah-ah-ah…