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Смерть Джима Моррисона - 3 июля 1971 года в Париже - произошла так незаметно, что слух о ней достиг...


L.A. Woman

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago,

Took a look around, see which way the wind blow,

Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows.



Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light?

Or just another lost angel -

City of Night, City of Night,

City of Night, City of Night?

Whoah! Come on!



L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman,

L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon,

L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon,

L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon

Drive thru your suburbs

Into your blues,

Into your blues, yeah!

Into your blue-blue Blues,

Into your blues, ooh, yeah.



I see your hair is burning,

Hills are fill'd w/fire;

If they say I never lov'd you

You know they are a liar.

Drivin' down your freeways,

Midnite alleys roam,

Cops in cars, the topless bars

Never saw a woman -

So alone, so alone, yea,

So alone, so alone.



Motel Money Murder Madness

Let's change the mood from glad to sadness.

Mr. Mojo risin', Mr. Mojo risin', ***

Mr. Mojo risin', Mr. Mojo risin'.

Got to keep on risin',

Mr. Mojo risin', Mr. Mojo risin'.

Mojo risin', got my Mojo risin',

Mr. Mojo risin',

Gotta keep on risin'.

Right in, right in!

Goin' right in, right in!

Goin' right in, right in!

I gotta right in, right in!

Well, right in, right in!

I gotta... Whoah! Yeah' Right! Oh!

Yeah!



Well, 1 just got into town about an hour ago,

Took a look around me which way the wind blow,

Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows.

Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light?

Or just another lost angel -

City of Night, City of Night,

City of Night, City of Night?

Whoa! Come on!



L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman,

L.A. Woman, you're my woman,

Oh, little L.A. Woman.

Yeah, my L.A. Woman.

L... A... Woman, oh!

L.A. Woman, come on!

 
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