Текст песни Ella Fitzgerald - Summertime

Summertime and the livin is easy

Fish are jumpin and the cotton is high

Oh your daddys rich and your ma is good lookin

So hush little baby, dont you cry

One of these mornings

Youre goin to rise up singing

Then youll spread your wings

And youll take the sky

But till that morning

Theres a nothin can harm you

With daddy and mammy standin by

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