Simon And Garfunkel Bleeker Street текст песни, слова песни Bleeker Street Simon And Garfunkel
Simon And Garfunkel - Bleeker Street
Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street
Fills the alleys where men sleep
Hides the shepherd from the sheep
Voices leaking from a sad cafe
Smiling faces try to understand
I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand
On Bleeker Street
A poet reads his crooked rhyme
Holy, holy is his sacrament
Thirty dollars pays your rent
On Bleeker Street
I head a church bell softly chime
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