Текст песни Bill Withers - Harlem

Текст:

Summer night in Harlem, man it's a really hot Well it's too hot to sleep, and I'm too cold to heat I don't care if I die or not Winter night in Harlem Radiator won't get hot Well the mean old landlord, he don't care If I freeze to death or not Saturday night in Harlem, everything's alright You can really swing and shake you're pretty Everything's alright Sunday morning here in Harlem, everybody's all dressed up While the hip folks gettin' a home from the party And the good folks just got up Crooked delegation wants a donation To send the preacher to the holy land, Hey, hey lawd, honey don't give your money to that lying, cheatin' man.

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