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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z  Текст (слова) песни: Running Wild - Treasure IslandSquire Trelawny and Dr. Livesay having asked me, Jim Hawkins, to tell everybody the whole tale about the Island, Flints treasure and Mr. Silver. Keeping nothing back but its position and that only, because the major part of the treasure has not been lifted yet. I personally think we would never have begun this adventure and set course with the Hispaniola, if we had known what would happen and that some of us would never return, having lost their lives. Sometimes the whole story haunts dreams and brings me the worst nightmares I ever had. Thats when I hear the cries of the fallen, the waves pounding the rocks on the coast and Captain Flints raw voice screaming: Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight! Hahahah!. And I tell you, no oxen and wain ropes will ever take me back to Treasure Island!!! Mr. Bones is fighting Black Dog He want to split him to the chine Blind Pew the bringer of the spot Horse-hooves trampling his spine We have the map to start our trip The Squire has the ship and the sailors Long John is the man with the grip No one knows he will raid us The yell of the slain The waves on the rocks Captain Flints raising hell Hes calling my name To drive me insane Treasure Island Where the brave fell A one-legged devil From the pit of hell A greedy demon on his treasury Cursed the island, oh, eternally Long John is spreading his law Hatching a death bringing plot I show up in a council of war What I heard in the barrel from this toad The yell of the slain The waves on the rocks Captain Flints raising hell Hes calling my name To drive me insane But Ill never return to Treasure Island Where the brave fell A one-legged devil From the pit of hell A greedy demon on his treasury Cursed the island, oh, eternally We see the land, shining sand But it can be our grave I jump the boat, overload Trying to be too brave Burning sun, find Ben Gunn Assassins claim the ship I cut the rope, I try to cope To free it from Hands grip Bulling row, cannon law The jolly-boats last trip Killing tried, stockade fight Silvers villains quit Abandonment, to Silvers hand A cunning pack is made Trick or treat, make scoundrels Bleed, their dullness will be paid I stumble to the stockade The sweat drips form my brow No one keeps a lockout, oh no! The rabble owns it now Silver tries to shield me The Black spot comes again He throws the map onto the ground He plays a tricky game Pickaxe, rope and shovel The dead-man marks the way No chest, no gold, no silver 2 guineas is their pay Musket cracks like thunder The blood is running red Ben Gunn kept the treasure From beginning to end When we put back to the sea Silvers chains are doubly tight Long John and his counterfeit key Sidle away through the night The yell of the slain The waves on the rocks Captain Flints raising hell Hes calling my name To drive me insane But Ill never return to Treasure Island Where the brave fell A one-legged devil From the pit of hell A greedy demon on his treasury Cursed the island, oh, eternally Treasure Island Where the brave fell A one-legged devil From the pit of hell A greedy demon on his treasury Cursed the island, oh, eternally |
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