paroles de chanson From Here To Eternity [The Frank Sinatra Collection] - Frank Sinatra

Sinatra, man and his music
Is the man going to talk about his dark ages?
When his career had that little stroke
When his voice ran away from home
When his records started selling like used Edsels
Nope, the man is an incorrigible optimist
A firm believer in clichés
It's always darkest just before the dawn
Somewhere there's a silver lining
When his cup is nearly empty he says
"Hey, look, there's still some left"
He has a philosophy about trouble
Don't feed it, maybe it'll go away
Sure, I met frustration and I don't like him either
I know discouragement, despair, and all those other cats
But I guess I knew
That sooner or later something good was bound to happen to me
And here is one of the best things that ever did
Angelo, Angelo
I figured you'd be here at Choy's
I done it, Prew, I escaped just like I said
Just like I figured
In the back of a truck under a tarp
He rode me right out, just like I figured
Only the tailgate opened up, Prew, 'bout a mile back
And I fell out in the road
You should have seen me bounce, I must've broke something
Prew, listen, Fatso done it, Prew
He likes to whack me in the gut
He asks me if it hurts
And I spit at him like always
Only yesterday it was bad
He hit me, he hit me, he hit me
I, I had to get out, Prew, I had to get out
They gonna send you to the stockade, Prew
No, they ain't gonna send me to the stockade
Watch out for Fatso, watch out for Fatso
He'll try to crack you
Or else they put you in the hole
Don't yell, don't make a sound
You'll still be yellin' when they come to take you out
Just lay there
Just lay there and, and be quiet, Prew