Текст песни Mack The Knife

Oh, the poor shark

Yes, the sweet shark

It has big teeth

Buried deep

Then there's Macheath

With his big knife

But it's hidden

In his slip

And this same shark

This poor sweet shark

It sheds red blood

When it bleeds

Mackie Big Knife

Wears a white glove

Pure in word and

Pure in deed

Sunday morning

Lovely blue sky

There's a corpse stretched

On the Strand

Who's the man cruisin'

The corner?

Well, it's Mackie

Knife in hand

Jenny Towler

Poor wee Jenny
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There they found her

Knife in breast

Mackie's wandering

On the West Pier

Hoping only

For the best

Mind, that fire burnt

All through Soho

Seven kids dead

One old flower

Hey there, Mackie

How is she cuttin'?

Have another

Hold your hour

And those sweet babes

Under sixteen

Story goes that

Black and blue

For the price of

One good screwing

Mackie, Mackie

How could you?

For the price of

One good screwing

Mackie, Mackie

How could you?