Лекция 31 - Песня

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Он стал всемирно известным за два часа – Том Джонс. Вечером он лег – его знала только жена, и то не очень его уважала, потому что он был типичным неумехой, неудачником. Ему было 36 лет, он пел в третьеразрядном кабаке. А утром проснулся – весь мир был у его ног буквально. Он спел песню «Delilah» на великом историческом концерте, которое сделало Independent Television (ITV). Поем. Что нужно про него знать? У него супер идеальное произношение. Он чистенько, хрустальненько все произносит, поэтому берите как образец. 

Green, green grass of home (Зеленая-зеленая трава дома), имеется в виду родного. 

The old hometown looks the same,
As I step down from the train,
And there to meet me is my mama and papa
Down the road I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherry
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
 
Yes, they'll all come to meet me,
All creatures smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
 
The old house is still standing,
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's an old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherry
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
 
Then I awake and look around me
At the four grey walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming
There's a guard and there's a sad old padre
Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak
Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home.
 
Yes, they'll all come to meet me
In the shadow of that old oak tree
As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home.
 
Вторая песня просто супер – «Delilah». Она его прославила. Они часто дописывают это h немое и к мужским и к женским: Deborah, Sarah, Delilah.
 
I saw the light on the night that I passed by her window
I saw the flickering shadows of love on her blind
She was my woman
As she deceived me I watched and went out of my mind
 
My, my, my, Delilah
Why, why, why, Delilah
I could see that girl was no good for me
But I was lost like a slave that no man could free
 
At break of day when that man drove away, I was waiting
I cross the street to her house and she opened the door
She stood there laughing
I felt the knife in my hand and she laughed no more
 
My, my, my Delilah
Why, why, why Delilah
So before they come to break down the door
Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take any more
 
She stood there laughing
I felt the knife in my hand and she laughed no more
 
My, my, my, Delilah
Why, why, why, Delilah
So before they come to break down the door
Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take any more
Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take any more