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Точнее просто теряю чувство языка на этой работе... В песне поется о том, как прожили двое влюбленных полную красок жизнь и как они пилились каждую ночь, так что ни в сказке сказать, ни пером описать, да?
' You Never Can Tell
' (Chuck Berry)
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' It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
' You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
' And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell,
' "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell
'
' They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale
' The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale,
' But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well
' "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell
'
' They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
' Seven hundred little records, all rock, and rhythm and jazz
' But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell
' "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell
'
' They bought a souped-up jitney, was a cherry red '53,
' Drove down to New Orleans to celebrate the anniversary
' It was there where Pierre was married to the lovely mademoiselle
' "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell
'
' They had a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
' You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
' And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell,
' "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell
' "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell
' "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell
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