Текст песни What Good Does It Do - Lena Horne
                                                The 
                                                Sun 
                                                is 
                                                full 
                                                of 
                                                liquor
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Earth 
                                                is 
                                                full 
                                                of 
                                                wine
 
                                    
                                
                                                Crickets 
                                                doin′ 
                                                nip-ups
 
                                    
                                
                                                Brown 
                                                columbine
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                feeling 
                                                is 
                                                infectious
 
                                    
                                
                                                June 
                                                is 
                                                everywhere
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hearts, 
                                                light 
                                                and 
                                                windy
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Cause 
                                                Spring 
                                                is 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                air
 
                                    
                                
                                                Although 
                                                what 
                                                good 
                                                does 
                                                it 
                                                do 
                                                    a 
                                                guy
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                know 
                                                that 
                                                June 
                                                is 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                good 
                                                to 
                                                know
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                there 
                                                are 
                                                birds 
                                                and 
                                                bees
 
                                    
                                
                                                Composin′ 
                                                beautiful 
                                                calypsos
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                eucalyptus 
                                                trees
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                strange, 
                                                but 
                                                sad
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                love 
                                                go 
                                                bad
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Spring 
                                                that 
                                                once 
                                                come 
                                                to 
                                                tickle 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                add 
                                                up 
                                                to 
                                                re-dick-alas
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                so 
                                                    I 
                                                say
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                good 
                                                is 
                                                April 
                                                or 
                                                June 
                                                or 
                                                May
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                good 
                                                are 
                                                sonnets 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                Spring
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                you 
                                                sing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                cherries 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                trees
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                you 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                lilies 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                dell
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                you 
                                                smell
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                you're 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                June 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                good 
                                                does 
                                                it 
                                                do
 
                                    
                                
                                                Does 
                                                it 
                                                do 
                                                or 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                smell 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                dell
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                rose 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                hair
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                thrillin′ 
                                                spell
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                whole 
                                                mir-a-kell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                the 
                                                Moon 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                velvet 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                good 
                                                does 
                                                it 
                                                do
 
                                    
                                
                                                Does 
                                                it 
                                                do, 
                                                does 
                                                it 
                                                do 
                                                or 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Savannah
2 Savannah's Wedding
3 Incompatibilty
4 Little Biscuit (with Ossie Davis)
5 Cocoanut Sweet
6 Take It Slow, Joe
7 Yankee Dollar
8 Monkee in the Mango Tree
9 Ain't It the Truth
10 What Good Does It Do
11 Leave the Atom Alone
12 Napoleon
13 For Every Fish
14 I Don't Think I'll End It All Today (with Ricardo Montalban)
15 Savannah (Finale Jaimaica) [with Ricardo Montalban]
16 Pity the Sunset (with Ricardo Montalban)
17 Ring the Bell
18 Oh I've Got Plenty of Nothin'
19 I Wants to Stay Here
20 Bess, You Is My Woman
21 It Aint Nescessarily So
22 Strawberry Woman, The Honey Man, Crab Man
23 My Man's Gone Now
24 Bess, Oh Where's My Bess
25 There's a Boat That's Leavin' Soon for New York
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