What Do You Do With a Drunken Sailor

Valla ben bilmiyorum ama adamalrın ilginç önerileri var…
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
Earl-eye in the morning!

[Koro]

Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Earl-eye in the morning

Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Earl-eye in the morning!

[Koro]

Put him in the hold with the Captain’s daughter,
Put him in the hold with the Captain’s daughter,
Put him in the hold with the Captain’s daughter,
Earl-eye in the morning!

[Koro]

What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
Earl-eye in the morning!

[Koro]

Put him the back of the paddy wagon,
Put him the back of the paddy wagon,
Put him the back of the paddy wagon,
Earl-eye in the morning!

[Koro]

Throw him in the lock-up ’til he’s sober,
Throw him in the lock-up ’til he’s sober,
Throw him in the lock-up ’til he’s sober,
Earl-eye in the morning!

[Koro]

What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
Earl-eye in the morning!

[Koro]

What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
Earl-eye in the morning!

[Koro]

She’s a Lady. And the Lady is mine. (Vildan için)

Well she’s all you’d ever want
She’s the kind I’d like to flaunt and take to dinner
Well she always knows her place
She’s got style, she’s got grace, she’s a winner.

She’s a Lady. Whoa whoa whoa, she’s a Lady
Talkin’ about that little Lady, and the Lady is mine.

Well she’s never in the way
Always something nice to say, Oh what a blessing.
I can leave her on her own
Knowing she’s okay alone, and there’s no messing.

She’s a Lady. Whoa whoa whoa, she’s a Lady
Talkin’ about that little Lady, and the Lady is mine.

Well she never asks for very much and I don’t refuse her
Always treat her with respect, I never would abuse her.
What she’s got is hard to find, and I don’t want to lose her.
Help me build a mountain from my little pile of clay. Hey, hey, hey

Well she knows what I’m about,
She can take what I dish out, and that’s not easy.
Well she knows me through and through,
She knows just what to do, and how to please me.

She’s a Lady. Whoa whoa whoa, she’s a Lady
Talkin’ about that little Lady, and the Lady is mine.

Yeah yeah yeah, She’s a Lady
Listen to me baby, She’s a Lady
Whoa whoa whoa, She’s a Lady
And the Lady is mine

Yeah yeah yeah, She’s a Lady
Talkin’ about this little Lady
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
And the Lady is mine

Yeah yeah, She’s a Lady
And the Lady is mine.

Where The Wild Roses Grow

Nick Cave çok hoşuma giden sanatçılardan biri. Yaptığı müzik benim açımdan oldukça etkileyici.

Birkaç örnek vermek istedim. İlk olarak “Where The Wild Roses Grow” parçasını veriyorum.

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
[koro]
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I’d seen
I said, “Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?”
On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said: “Will you give me your loss and your sorrow”
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, “If I show you the roses, will you follow?”
[koro]
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, “All beauty must die”
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
[koro]