Авторы: Kenny Rogers
I wouldn't listen and I couldn't see And all I have left now are words you said to me, sing your song sweet music man, Гўв‚¬Лњcos I won't be there to hold your hand like I used to, I'm thro' with you. You're a hell of a singer and a powerful man but you surround yourself with people who demand so little of you. You touched my soul with your beautiful song, you even had me singing along right with you, you said I need you. Then you changed the words and added harmony and you sang the song you had written for me to someone new. But nobody sings a love song quite like you do and nobody else could make me sing along and nobody else could make me feel that things are right when I know they're wrong ( that things are right when you're wrong with the song ) nobody sings a love song quite like you. Sing your song sweet music man You travel the world with a six piece band that does for you what you ask Гўв‚¬Лњem to. And you try to stay young But the songs you've sung to so many people they've all begun to come back on you. So sing your song sad music man, you're making your living doing one night stands, that prove to you they don't need you. You're still a hell of a singer but a broken man, but you'll keep on looking for one last fan to sing Гўв‚¬Лњem to. But nobody sings ... So sing your song sweet music man I believe in you.