Текст песни Louis Armstrong - Cabaret

What good is sitting aloneIn you room? Come hear the music play.Life is a cabaret, old chum,Come to the cabaret.Put down the knitting,The book and the broom.Time for a holiday.Life is a cabaret, old chum,Come to the cabaret.Come taste the wine,Come hear the band.Come blow a horn,Start celebrating;Right this way,Your table's waiting.No use permittingSome prophet of doomTo wipe every smile away.Come hear the music play.Life is a cabaret, old chum,Come to the cabaret!I used to have a girlfriendKnown as Elsie,With whom I sharedFour sordid rooms in ChelseaShe wasn't what you'd callA blushing flower...As a matter of factShe rented by the hour.

The day she died the neighborsCame to snicker:"Well, that's what comesFrom too much pills and liquor."But when I saw her laid out like a queen,She was the happiest... corpse...I'd ever seen.I think of Elsie to this very day.I remember how she'd turn to me and say:"What good is sitting aloneIn you room? Come hear the music play.Life is a cabaret, old chum,Come to the cabaret."Put down the knitting,The book and the broom.Time for a holiday.Life is a cabaret, old chum,Come to the cabaret."And as for me,I made my mind up, back in Chelsea,When I go, I'm going like Elsie.Start by admitting,From cradle to tombIsn't that a long stayLife is a cabaret, old chum,Only a cabarert, old chumAnd I love cabaret.
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