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  • Текст песни Harry Chapin - Bummer

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    Тут находится текст песни Harry Chapin - Bummer, а также перевод, видео и клип.

    His mama was a midnight woman
    His daddy was a drifter drummer
    One night they put it together
    Nine months later came the little black bummer

    He was a laid back lump in the cradle
    Chewing the paint chips that fell from the ceiling
    Whenever he cried he got a fist in his face
    So he learned not to show his feelings

    He was a pig-tail puller in grammer school
    Left back twice by the seventh grade
    Sniffing glue in Junior High
    And the first one in school to get laid

    He was a weed-speed pusher at fifteen
    He was mainlining skag a year later
    He'd started pimping when they put him away
    In jail he changed from a junkie to a hater

    And just like the man from the precinct said:
    "Put him away, you better kill him instead.
    A bummer like that is better of dead
    Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head."

    They threw him back on the street, he robbed an A & P
    He didn't blink at the buddy that he shafted
    And just about the time they would have caught him too
    He had the damn good fortune to get drafted

    He was A-One bait for Vietnam, you see they needed more bodies in a hurry
    He was a cinch to train cause all they had to do
    Was to figure how to funnel his fury

    They put him in a tank near the D M Z
    To catch the gooks slipping over the border
    They said his mission was to Search and Destroy
    And for once he followed and order

    One sweat-soaked day in the Yung-Po Valley
    With the ground still steaming from the rain
    There was a bloody little battle that didn't mean nothing
    Except to the few that remained

    You see a couple hundred slants had trapped the other five tanks
    And had started to pick off the crews
    When he came on the scene and it really did seem
    This is why he'd paid those dues

    It was something like a butcher going berserk
    Or a sane man acting like a fool
    Or the bravest thing that a man had ever done
    Or a madman blowing his cool

    Well he came on through like a knife through butter
    Or a scythe sweeping through the grass
    Or to say it like the man would have said it himself:
    "Just a big black bastard kicking ass!"

    And just like the man from the precinct said:
    "Put him away, you better kill him instead.
    A bummer like that is better of dead
    Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head."

    When it was over and the smoke had cleared
    There were a lot of VC bodies in the mud
    And when the rescue men came over for the very first time
    They found him smiling as he lay in his blood

    They picked up the pieces and they stitched him back together
    He pulled through though they thought he was a goner
    And he forced them to give him what they said they would
    Six purple hearts and the Medal of Honor

    Of course he slouched as the chief white honkey said:
    "Service beyond the call of duty"
    But the first soft thought was passing through his mind
    "My medal is a Mother of a beauty!"

    He got a couple of jobs with the ribbon on his chest
    And though he tried he really couldn't do 'em
    There was only a couple of things that he was really trained for
    And he found himself drifting back to 'em
    Just about the time he was ready to break
    The V A stopped sending him his checks
    Just a matter of time 'cause there wasn't no doubt
    About what he was gonna to do next

    It ended up one night in a grocery store
    Gun in hand and nine cops at the door
    And when his last battle was over
    He lay crumpled and broken on the floor

    And just like the man from the precinct said:
    "Put him away, you better kill him instead.
    A bummer like that is better of dead
    Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head."

    Well he'd breathed his last, but ten minutes past
    Before they dared to enter the place
    And when they flipped his riddled body over they found
    His second smile frozen on his face

    They found his gun where he'd thrown it
    There was something else clenched in his fist
    And when they pried his fingers open they found the Medal of Honor
    And the Sergeant said: "Where in the hell he get this?"

    There was a stew about burying him in Arlington
    So they shipped him in box to Fayette
    And they stashed him in a grave in a county plot
    The kind we remember to forget

    And just like the man from the precinct said:
    "Put him away, you better kill him instead.
    A bummer like that is better of dead
    Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head."

    И сержант сказал: «Где, черт возьми, он это понимает?»

    В Арлингтоне его было тушеное мясо
    Поэтому они отправили его в коробку в Файетт
    И они спрятали его в могиле в округе.
    То, что мы не забываем забыть

    И так же, как сказал человек из участка:
    "Убей его, тебе лучше убить его.
    Подобный облом лучше мертвых
    Когда -нибудь им придется положить пулю в его голову ".

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