Песни из кино и мультфильмов - Омерзительная восьмёрка - Jim Jones (песни Дэйзи Домергу), аккорды

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Listen for a moment lads
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And hear me tell my tale
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How over the sea from England shore
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I was condemned to sail
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The jury found me guilty sir
                    
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And said the judge, said he
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"For life, Jim Jones, I sentence you
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Across the stormy sea

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But take my tip before you ship
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To join the iron gang
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Don't be too gay in Botany Bay
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Or else you'll surely hang
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Or else you'll surely hang,"he says
                    
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"And after that, Jim Jones
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High upon the gallows tree
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The crows will pick your bones"

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There's no time for mischief there,
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Remember, what I say
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They'll flog the poaching out of you,
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And out there at Botany Bay."
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The winds blew high upon the sea,
                    
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And the winds a-blowin' gale
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I'd rather have drowned in misery,
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Than gone to New South Wale.

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The waves were high upon the sea
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When pirates came along
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But the soldiers on our convict ship
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Were full five hundred strong
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They opened fire and somehow drove
                   
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That pirate ship away
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I’d rather joined that pirate ship
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Than come to Botany Bay

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And one dark night when everything
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Is quiet in the town
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I'll kill you bastards one and all,
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I'll gun the floggers down.
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I'll give them all a little shock,
                 
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Remember what I say
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And they'll yet regret they sent Jim Jones
In chains to Botany Bay.

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Now day and night the irons clang
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We like poor galley slaves
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Will toil and toil our lives away
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To fill dishonored graves;
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By and by I'll break my chains:
                   
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Into the bush I’ll go,
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And you'll be dead behind me John
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When I get to... Mexico