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Три горшечника или сказка про Арбуз. |
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Растаманская байка по рассказам Дмитрия Гайдука, известного «сказочника» в среде неформальных философов. |
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Забавные ребята с весёлой песенкой. |
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Название команды и информацию об них – мне выяснить не удалось. Кто хочет исправить этот факт, оставляйте свои комментарии. Данный ролик был у меня в фаворе на протяжении пары недель, надеюсь, он понравится и вам. |
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Копаясь на известном видео-ресурсе, по поисковому запросу «регги» наткнулся вот на этот ролик. Запись, что удивительно, с эфира первого украинского канала. |
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Bob Marley: Stir It Up |
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Stir it up; little darlin', stir it up. Come on, baby. Come on and stir it up: little darlin', stir it up. O-oh!
It's been a long, long time, yeah! (stir it, stir it, stir it together) Since I got you on my mind. (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Oh-oh! Now you are here (stir it, stir it, stir it together), I said, it's so clear There's so much we could do, baby, (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Just me and you.
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Bob Marley: Concrete Jungle |
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No sun will shine in my day today; (no sun will shine) The high yellow moon won't come out to play: (that high yellow moon won't come out to play) I said (darkness) darkness has covered my light, (and the stage) And the stage my day into night, yeah. Where is the love to be found? (oo-ooh-ooh) Won't someone tell me? 'Cause my (sweet life) life must be somewhere to be found - (must be somewhere for me) Instead of concrete jungle (la la-la!), Where the living is harder (la-la!). |
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Bob Marley: Rock It Baby |
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Baby, baby, we've got a date; (ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo) Oh, baby, baby, don't you be late. Oh, baby!
I'll meet you at your house at a quarter to eight. (ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo) Oh, darlin', baby, baby, just you have some faith! I promise you, we're gonna (rock it, baby; rock it, baby, tonight); To (rock it, baby; rock it, baby, tonight); Gonna (rock it, baby; rock it, baby, tonight); Baby, (rock it, baby; rock it, baby, tonight).
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Bob Marley: Slave Driver |
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Ooh-ooh-oo-ooh. Oo-oo-ooh! Oo-oo-ooh. Slave driver, the table is turn; (catch a fire) Catch a fire, so you can get burn, now. (catch a fire) Slave driver, the table is turn; (catch a fire) Catch a fire: gonna get burn. (catch a fire) Wo, now!
Ev'rytime I hear the crack of a whip, My blood runs cold. I remember on the slave ship, How they brutalize the very souls. Today they say that we are free, Only to be chained in poverty. Good God, I think it's illiteracy; It's only a machine that makes money. Slave driver, the table is turn, y'all. Ooh-ooh-oo-ooh.
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Bob Marley: Revolution |
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Revelation reveals the truth - revelation. (revolution, revolution, revolution - oooo-doo-doo-doo-doo) (revolution - oooo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
It takes a revolution (revolution) to make a solution; (doo-doo-doo-doo) Too much confusion (aaa-aaah), so much frustration, eh! I don't wanna live in the park (live in the park); Can't trust no shadows after dark (shadows after dark), yeah-eh! So, my friend, I wish that you could see, Like a bird in the tree, the prisoners must be free, yeah! (free)
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L.Cogill, C.Barrett: Talking Blues |
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Yeah! Oh, yeah! Now! Cold ground was my bed last night (bed last night) And rock was my pillow, too; (doo-oo-oo-oo-oo!) Cold ground was my bed last night (bed last night) And rock was my pillow, too. Yeah!
I'm saying: talkin' blues (talkin' blues), talkin' blues (talkin' blues); They say your feet is just too big for your shoes. (shoe-oo-oo-oo-oo) Talkin' blues (talkin' blues), talkin' blues (talkin' blues): Your feet is just too big for your shoes. (shoe-oo-oo-oo-oo)
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B.Marley: Bend Down Low |
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Bend down low, let me tell you what I know now; Bend down low, let me tell you what I know. Oh! Fisherman row to reap what you sow now; Oh, tell you all I know (Oo-oh!), you've got to let me go now (Oo-oh!), And all you've got to do: (Bend down low) Oh yeah! Let me tell you what I know; Bend down low, let me tell you what I know. Oh yeah!
You keep on knockin', but you can't come in. I get to understand you been livin' in sin, But if you love me, woman, walk right in. I've got a notch for your safety-pin, But bend down low.
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