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- Композиторы:
- Hayward
- John / Prothero
- Russell Laurance / Prothero
- Andrew / Williams
- Jeffrey D. / Richards
- Robert Anthony
 
- Жанры:
- Rock
 
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Rolling Stones - Текст песни Shattered
Shattered, shattered
 Love and hope and sex and dreams are still survivin' on the street
 Look at me, I'm in tatters
 I'm shattered, shattered
 Friends are so alarmin' and my lover's never charmin'
 Life's just a cocktail party on the street, Big Apple
 People dressed in plastic bags directing traffic
 Some kind of fashion, shattered
 Laughter, joy, and loneliness
 And sex and sex and sex and sex
 And look at me, I'm in tatters
 I'm all shattered, shattered
 All this chitter-chatter
 Chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter 'bout shmata, shmata, shmata
 I can't give it away on 7th Avenue
 This town's been wearin' tatters, uh-huh
 You've been shattered
 Work and work for love and sex ain't you hungry for success?
 Success, success, success, does it matter?
 I'm all shattered, does it matter?
 Ah, look at me, I'm all shattered
 I'm all shattered
 Look at me, I'm all shattered, yeah
 Shattered
 Pride and joy and greed and sex
 That's what makes that town the best
 Pride and joy and dirty dreams
 Are still survivin' on the streetRolling Stones - Shattered - http://ru.motolyrics.com/rolling-stones/shattered-lyrics.html
 And look at me, I'm in tatters, yeah
 I've been battered, what does it matter?
 Does it matter? Uh-huh
 Does it matter? Uh-huh, I'm all shattered
 Shattered
 Uh, shadoobie, shattered
 Uh, shadoobie, shattered
 Uh, shadoobie, shattered, shattered
 Don't you know the crime rate
 Is going up, up, up, up, up
 To live in this town you must be
 Tough, tough, tough, tough, tough
 You got rats on the West Side, bed bugs uptown
 What a mess, this town's in tatters
 I've been shattered, my brain's been battered
 Splattered all over Manhattan
 Shadoobie, shattered, shattered
 I say, shadoobie shattered
 Shadoobie, shattered
 Shadoobie, shattered
 Uh-huh, this town's full of money grabbers
 And go ahead, bite the big apple
 Don't mind the maggots, uh-huh
 Shadoobie, my brain's been battered
 My friends, they come around they
 Flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter
 Pile it up, pile it up, pile it high on the platter








