Текст песни Rose Room - Albert Nicholas
                                                    I 
                                                want 
                                                to 
                                                take 
                                                you 
                                                to 
                                                    a 
                                                little 
                                                room
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                little 
                                                room 
                                                where 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                roses 
                                                bloom
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                want 
                                                to 
                                                lead 
                                                you 
                                                into 
                                                Nature's 
                                                hall
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                ev'ry 
                                                year 
                                                the 
                                                roses 
                                                give 
                                                    a 
                                                ball
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                have 
                                                an 
                                                orchestra 
                                                up 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                trees
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                their 
                                                musicians 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                birds 
                                                and 
                                                bees
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                they 
                                                will 
                                                sing 
                                                us 
                                                    a 
                                                song
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                we 
                                                are 
                                                strolling 
                                                along
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                sunny 
                                                Roseland, 
                                                where 
                                                summer 
                                                breezes 
                                                are 
                                                playing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                the 
                                                honey 
                                                bees 
                                                are 
                                                "A-Maying"
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                roses 
                                                are 
                                                swaying
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dancing 
                                                while 
                                                the 
                                                meadow 
                                                brook 
                                                flows
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                moon 
                                                when 
                                                shining 
                                                is 
                                                more 
                                                than 
                                                ever 
                                                designing
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                'tis 
                                                ever 
                                                then 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                pining
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pining 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                sweetly 
                                                reclining
 
                                    
                                
                                                Somewhere 
                                                in 
                                                Roseland
 
                                    
                                
                                                Beside 
                                                    a 
                                                beautiful 
                                                rose
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                ball 
                                                is 
                                                over 
                                                and 
                                                tulips 
                                                meet
 
                                    
                                
                                                Their 
                                                little 
                                                kisses 
                                                are 
                                                so 
                                                short 
                                                and 
                                                sweet
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                lilies 
                                                nod 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                forget-me-nots
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                they're 
                                                departing 
                                                in 
                                                their 
                                                flower 
                                                pots
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                roses 
                                                with 
                                                their 
                                                spirits 
                                                high
 
                                    
                                
                                                Remain 
                                                to 
                                                love 
                                                until 
                                                they 
                                                droop 
                                                and 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                dear, 
                                                why 
                                                shouldn't 
                                                it 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                so 
                                                with 
                                                you 
                                                and 
                                                with 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                sunny 
                                                Roseland, 
                                                where 
                                                summer 
                                                breezes 
                                                are 
                                                playing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                the 
                                                honey 
                                                bees 
                                                are 
                                                "A-Maying"
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                roses 
                                                are 
                                                swaying
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dancing 
                                                while 
                                                the 
                                                meadow 
                                                brook 
                                                flows
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                moon 
                                                when 
                                                shining 
                                                is 
                                                more 
                                                than 
                                                ever 
                                                designing
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                'tis 
                                                ever 
                                                then 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                pining
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pining 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                sweetly 
                                                reclining
 
                                    
                                
                                                Somewhere 
                                                in 
                                                Roseland
 
                                    
                                
                                                Beside 
                                                    a 
                                                beautiful 
                                                rose
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Strokin' Away
2 I've Got a Heart Full of Rhythm
3 Old Stack O' Lee Blues
4 Careless Love
5 Nothin' But Rhythm
6 New Orleans Shags
7 Spanish Shawl
8 Sugar Foot Stomp
9 Saratoga Shout
10 Blue Blood Blues
11 Toledo Shuffle
12 Tap-room Special
13 Ballin' The Jac
14 Buddy Bolden's Blues
15 Albert's Blues
16 Blame It On The Blues
17 Weary Way Blues
18 Mo Pas Lemme Ca
19 Bechet's Creole Blues
20 Les Oignons
21 Basin Street Blues
22 Rose Room
23 Black and Blue
24 I Found a New Baby
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