Elton John - Poor Cow
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There's another one due in three month's time
She'll have to paint the spare room blue
She'll work a little overtime
And hope it all works out for Frank and her
If she can keep him home nights
Away from those factory girls
Новая обязанность за последние три месяца:
Она должна будет убрать гостевую комнату в голубых тонах.
Она будет работать сверхурочно
И надеяться, что это поможет расплатиться за них с Фрэнком,
Если она сможет удерживать его по ночам
Подальше от тех фабричных девок.
Приходят счета за газ, и деньги летят только так,
А Фрэнк всё скулит,
Как мало они оба зарабатывают,
И мамашу приносит по понедельникам
Потрындеть про этот мир,
Ведь она осталась трындеть в Далласе,
Потому что ненавидит тех техасских девок.
Бедная корова,
Ты выйдешь за своего тупицу,
Вся твоя жизнь промелькнет у тебя перед глазами
Под ударами его кулаков.
Бедная корова,
В этом чертовом городе
Ты пойдешь под венец
В платье, взятом напрокат
У другой бедной коровы.
О, эти богатые сучки –
Не то, что мы, прислуга,
Не горбатят свою спину,
Как мы, рабочий класс.
С нашей вонючей долей
Не до гордости,
У нас – здоровье.
Этой правде нет места в жизни.
* - Название песни представляет собой специфическое английское выражение, употребляемое по отношению к женщине из рабочей среды, выходящей замуж только потому, что так принято.
And the gas bills come and the money burns
And Frank just keeps complainin’
How little they both earn
And mother drops by Mondays
Just to nag about the world
Then she stays to nag at Dallas
`Cause she hates those Texas girls
Poor cow
You'll get your dumb man
You'll see your whole life comin’ at you
In the back of his hand
Poor cow
It's a monkey see town
You'll walk down the aisle
In the hand me down gown
Of some poor cow
Oh them rich bitch girls
Ain't like our lass
Got no spine for labour
Like us working class
Us gamey lot
Still got our pride
We got our health
It's just the truth that's died
She'll have to paint the spare room blue
She'll work a little overtime
And hope it all works out for Frank and her
If she can keep him home nights
Away from those factory girls
Новая обязанность за последние три месяца:
Она должна будет убрать гостевую комнату в голубых тонах.
Она будет работать сверхурочно
И надеяться, что это поможет расплатиться за них с Фрэнком,
Если она сможет удерживать его по ночам
Подальше от тех фабричных девок.
Приходят счета за газ, и деньги летят только так,
А Фрэнк всё скулит,
Как мало они оба зарабатывают,
И мамашу приносит по понедельникам
Потрындеть про этот мир,
Ведь она осталась трындеть в Далласе,
Потому что ненавидит тех техасских девок.
Бедная корова,
Ты выйдешь за своего тупицу,
Вся твоя жизнь промелькнет у тебя перед глазами
Под ударами его кулаков.
Бедная корова,
В этом чертовом городе
Ты пойдешь под венец
В платье, взятом напрокат
У другой бедной коровы.
О, эти богатые сучки –
Не то, что мы, прислуга,
Не горбатят свою спину,
Как мы, рабочий класс.
С нашей вонючей долей
Не до гордости,
У нас – здоровье.
Этой правде нет места в жизни.
* - Название песни представляет собой специфическое английское выражение, употребляемое по отношению к женщине из рабочей среды, выходящей замуж только потому, что так принято.
And the gas bills come and the money burns
And Frank just keeps complainin’
How little they both earn
And mother drops by Mondays
Just to nag about the world
Then she stays to nag at Dallas
`Cause she hates those Texas girls
Poor cow
You'll get your dumb man
You'll see your whole life comin’ at you
In the back of his hand
Poor cow
It's a monkey see town
You'll walk down the aisle
In the hand me down gown
Of some poor cow
Oh them rich bitch girls
Ain't like our lass
Got no spine for labour
Like us working class
Us gamey lot
Still got our pride
We got our health
It's just the truth that's died
There's Another One in Three Month's Time
She'll have to paint the Spare Room Blue
She'll Work a Little Overtime
And Hope It All Works Out For Frank and Her
If she can him home nights
Away from Those Factory Girls
A new duty in the last three months:
She will have to remove the guest room in blue tones.
She will work overtime
And hope that this will help to pay for them with Frank,
If she can hold him at night
Away from those factory girls.
Gas bills come, and the money is flying only like that,
And Frank whines everything,
How few they both earn,
And brings mother on Mondays
Fryndate about this world,
After all, she remained thrown in Dallas,
Because he hates those Texas girls.
Poor cow,
You will marry your dumbass
All your life will flash before your eyes
Under the blows of his fists.
Poor cow,
In this damn city
You will go down the aisle
In a rental dress
The other poor cow.
Oh, these rich knots -
Not that we, a servant,
Do not humping their backs
Like us, working class.
With our smelly share
Not up to pride
We have health.
There is no place for this truth in life.
* - The name of the song is a specific English expression used in relation to a woman from a working environment that marries only because it is so accepted.
And the Gas Bills Come and the Money Burns
And Frank Just Keeps Complainin ’
How Little They Both Earn
And Mother Drops by Mondays
Just to Nag About the World
The She Stays to Nag at Dallas
`CAUSE SHE HATSE TEXAS GIRLS
Poor Cow
You'll get your dumb man
You'll See your Whole Life Comin ’At You
In the back of his hand
Poor Cow
Item a monkey See Town
You'll Walk Down the Aisle
In the hand me Down Gown
Of sOME POOR COW
Oh Them Rich Bitch Girls
Ain'T Like OUR LASS
Got no spine for labour
Like Us Working Class
US Gamey Lot
Still Got Oour Pride
We GOT OUR HEALTH
It's just the truto that's died
She'll have to paint the Spare Room Blue
She'll Work a Little Overtime
And Hope It All Works Out For Frank and Her
If she can him home nights
Away from Those Factory Girls
A new duty in the last three months:
She will have to remove the guest room in blue tones.
She will work overtime
And hope that this will help to pay for them with Frank,
If she can hold him at night
Away from those factory girls.
Gas bills come, and the money is flying only like that,
And Frank whines everything,
How few they both earn,
And brings mother on Mondays
Fryndate about this world,
After all, she remained thrown in Dallas,
Because he hates those Texas girls.
Poor cow,
You will marry your dumbass
All your life will flash before your eyes
Under the blows of his fists.
Poor cow,
In this damn city
You will go down the aisle
In a rental dress
The other poor cow.
Oh, these rich knots -
Not that we, a servant,
Do not humping their backs
Like us, working class.
With our smelly share
Not up to pride
We have health.
There is no place for this truth in life.
* - The name of the song is a specific English expression used in relation to a woman from a working environment that marries only because it is so accepted.
And the Gas Bills Come and the Money Burns
And Frank Just Keeps Complainin ’
How Little They Both Earn
And Mother Drops by Mondays
Just to Nag About the World
The She Stays to Nag at Dallas
`CAUSE SHE HATSE TEXAS GIRLS
Poor Cow
You'll get your dumb man
You'll See your Whole Life Comin ’At You
In the back of his hand
Poor Cow
Item a monkey See Town
You'll Walk Down the Aisle
In the hand me Down Gown
Of sOME POOR COW
Oh Them Rich Bitch Girls
Ain'T Like OUR LASS
Got no spine for labour
Like Us Working Class
US Gamey Lot
Still Got Oour Pride
We GOT OUR HEALTH
It's just the truto that's died
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