Amsterdam David Bowie
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Chwyty na gitarę Redakcja
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Chwyty na gitarę Arek Janicki2 ulubione
[Zwrotka 1]
Of the
In the
While the
In the
Full of
In the
On a
[Instrumental]
[Zwrotka 2]
In the
There's a
And he'll
That can
And he
Hey,
And he
So he
[Zwrotka 3]
Paunches
They've for
And they
Till the
And then
And the
[Zwrotka 4]
In the
And he
He'll
Who've
Yeah, they've
For a
Throws his
And he
In the
a In the port of Amsterdam there's a e sailor who singsOf the
Fdreams that he brings from the Ewide open seaIn the
a port of Amsterdam there's a e sailor who sleepsWhile the
d river bank Eweeps to the old wia llow treeIn the
Cport of Amsterdam there's a Gsailor who EdiesFull of
a beer, full of cries in ae drunken town EfightIn the
Fport of Amsterdam there's a Esailor who's bornOn a
d hot muggy Emorn by the a dawn's early light[Instrumental]
a [Zwrotka 2]
In the
a port of Amsterdam where the e sailors all meetThere's a
Fsailor who eats only Efish heads and tailsAnd he'll
a show you his teeth that have e rotted too soonThat can
d haul up the Esails that can a swallow the moonAnd he
Cyells to the cook with his Garms open EwideHey,
a bring me more fish, throw it e down by my EsideAnd he
Fwants so to belch but he's Etoo full to trySo he
d stands up and Elaughs and he a zips up his fly[Zwrotka 3]
a In the port of Amsterdam you can see saie lors dancePaunches
Fbursting their pants, grinding Ewomen to porchThey've for
a gotten the tune that their e whiskey voice croakedd Splitting the Enight with the a roar of their jokesAnd they
Cturn and they dance and they Glaugh and they ElustTill the
a rancid sound of the ace cordion EburstsAnd then
Fout of the night with their Epride in their pantsAnd the
d sluts that they Etow undera neath the street lamps[Zwrotka 4]
In the
a port of Amsterdam there's a e sailor who drinksAnd he
Fdrinks and he drinks and he Edrinks once againHe'll
a drink to the health of the e whores of AmsterdamWho've
d given their Ebodies to a a thousand other menYeah, they've
Cbargained their virtue, their Ggoodness all EgoneFor a
a few dirty coins, well he e just can't go EonThrows his
Fnose to the sky and he Eaims it up aboveAnd he
d pisses like I Ecry on the a unfaithful loveIn the
a port of Amsterdam, in the e port of AmsterdamF E a E a 
Informacje o Piosence
Słowa Jacques Brel (tłumaczenie na angielski by David Bowie – 1972)
