Представляем точный текст композиции "Jumbuk" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Rolf Harris . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Jumbuk» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Rolf Harris передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Rolf Harris - "Jumbuk"
Lyrics to Jumbuk : Jumbuk, Jumbuk, Its got to be a sin, That you cant go back and start your life again. I used to be a shearer, woo-ba-deep-ba-dee-dum, Shore one fifty odd a day. I was never a top gun shearer but Ill tell you this, I earned my pay. I miss those wooly jumbuks, I miss their jumbuk smell, Itll never be the same here without em, mate, They dont shear sheep in hell, No, they shear no sheep in hell. Jumbuk, jumbuk, the wool rolls off the shears, Jumbuk, jumbuk, sheep as big as steers. I got a kick in the eye from one, ooh! One poked me under the chin, ssss! Jumbuk, jumbuk, its got to be a sin, That theres only skin and bone between the ears. Youd hear the sound of bleating, baaa-ba-deep-ba-dee-dum, And every pen was full. You;d drag out a sheep and start your run With the one straight cut down the belly wool. I miss that concentration, I miss the noise as well. You could never find a job thatll match it, mate, They dont shear sheep in hell, No, they shear no sheep in hell. You wanna watch those sheep slide down the chute, One by one as theyre done, theyre all huddled there, all thin and bare, all shivering in the sun. And your aching back youve gotta just ignore, you;re tryin to pace yourself up against the gun, You keep snatchin a look at your clock on the wall, Timing your run. And when the contracts over, woo-ba-deep-ba-dee-dum, Theres nothing left to tell. Hang up your shears and crack a smile, but gee its hard, that last farewell. I miss those jolly jumbuks more than I can tell. You can never get the same satisfaction, mate, They dont shear sheep in hell, No, they shear no sheep in hell. Jumbuk, jumbuk, the wool rolls off the shears. Jumbuk, jumbuk, Sheep as big as steers. I got a kick in the eye from one, Didnt mind it at all. Jumbuk, jumbuk, its got to be a sin, That you cant go back and start it all again. Gee, Id love to live my shearing days again. Jumbuk, jumbuk, the wool rolls off the shears [ Jumbuk Lyrics ]
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