| Àâòîð | Òåìà: ïðîäàì " Êåéïòàóíñêîì ïîðòó" íà àíãëèéñêîì ÿçûêå |
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Âðåìÿ: 13.01.2015 16:51 |
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Once in Capetown port with cocoa on board Janetta berthed to mend a rigging cord. And on the day of leave before the anchore heave The cap let halve the crew get a short leave. They waddle for the treats, They trouble dormant streets, The new sea trousers sway in the breeze. in their tavern Cat they easily can get Girls, beer, wine and many friends to chat. There the beer scums and all sots are your chums, There the woman`s scirts bulge at the seams. By night to the same port A big french sailing boat Broke into in flare of head lights. And then fourteen french guys With daggers at the thighes Get off the bord to have funs in the port. The gait of them is ought Alike a wavy boat. And on the way of them The tavern Cat. When entering inside They see the english side. The french team bray And proudly enveigh. They grip the daggers and Like devils hand by hand They do start rumble With the english band. But the judge crawning Is a charged browning. And this judge took this time The english side. And when the new dawn caught The big french sailing boat That was just by the entrance to the port. But thouse fourteen guys With daggers by the thighs Did not return on board by the sunrise Yhey`ll never get on board And see another port. They`ll never drink at all Or kiss a girl. So do not visit Cat And do not try to get Girls, beer, wine. Your death you`ll get instead. |
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