Текст песни Hangman’s Knee

(hopkins, beck, newman, stewart, wood)Hangman, hangman, slack your nooseSlack it, oh slack itSlack it for a whileThere ain’t no use in your hurrying meAin’t nothing gonna change things nowNow I ain’t trying to prove your judge is wrongAnd your jury, oh your juryI guess I’ll know the way outAnd if you kill me with my canvas shirtGood god, you could put my lawyer in jailListenIt’s just this twenty two minutes to prepare yourselfI haven’t been in this position beforeWash your hands, get your .? .Find the waistcoat, lock the door.And oh!Get your .? .Oh yeah, get your .? . lock the doorCome onListen to this oneOh hangman, hangman, slack your nooseOh slack it, please slack itOh just slack it awhile, give me one more chanceThere ain’t no use in you hurryin’ meGood god, nothing’s gonna stop me nowOhDon’t you worryCause you never get your .? .Well, might get your waistcoat onHa-haHeh-hehRod Stewart - Hangman’s Knee - http://ru.motolyrics.com/rod-stewart/hangman-s-knee-lyrics.html