Текст песни Swan Swan H (Acoustic) - R.E.M.
                                                Swan, 
                                                swan, 
                                                hummingbird, 
                                                hurrah
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                are 
                                                all 
                                                free 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                noisy 
                                                cats 
                                                are 
                                                we
 
                                    
                                
                                                Girl 
                                                and 
                                                dog, 
                                                he 
                                                bore 
                                                his 
                                                cross
 
                                    
                                
                                                Swan, 
                                                swan, 
                                                hummingbird, 
                                                hurrah
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                are 
                                                all 
                                                free 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                long, 
                                                low 
                                                time 
                                                ago
 
                                    
                                
                                                People 
                                                talk 
                                                to 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Johnny 
                                                Reb, 
                                                what′s 
                                                the 
                                                price 
                                                of 
                                                fans
 
                                    
                                
                                                Forty 
                                                apiece 
                                                or 
                                                three 
                                                for 
                                                one 
                                                dollar
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hey, 
                                                captain, 
                                                don't 
                                                you 
                                                want 
                                                to 
                                                buy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Some 
                                                bone 
                                                chains 
                                                and 
                                                toothpicks
 
                                    
                                
                                                Night 
                                                wings, 
                                                or 
                                                hair 
                                                chains?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Here′s 
                                                your 
                                                wooden 
                                                greenback, 
                                                sing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wooden 
                                                beams 
                                                and 
                                                dovetail 
                                                sweep
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                struck 
                                                that 
                                                picture 
                                                ninety 
                                                times
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                walked 
                                                that 
                                                path 
                                                    a 
                                                hundred 
                                                ninety
 
                                    
                                
                                                Long, 
                                                low 
                                                time 
                                                ago
 
                                    
                                
                                                People 
                                                talk 
                                                to 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                pistol 
                                                hot, 
                                                cup 
                                                of 
                                                rhyme
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                whiskey 
                                                is 
                                                water, 
                                                the 
                                                water 
                                                is 
                                                wine
 
                                    
                                
                                                Marching 
                                                feet, 
                                                Johnny 
                                                Reb
 
                                    
                                
                                                What's 
                                                the 
                                                price 
                                                of 
                                                heroes?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Six 
                                                and 
                                                one, 
                                                half 
                                                dozen 
                                                the 
                                                other
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tell 
                                                that 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                captain's 
                                                mother
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hey, 
                                                captain, 
                                                don′t 
                                                you 
                                                want 
                                                to 
                                                buy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Some 
                                                bone 
                                                chains 
                                                and 
                                                toothpicks?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Night 
                                                wings, 
                                                or 
                                                hair 
                                                chains?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Swan, 
                                                swan, 
                                                hummingbird, 
                                                hurrah
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                are 
                                                all 
                                                free 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                noisy 
                                                cats 
                                                are 
                                                we
 
                                    
                                
                                                Long, 
                                                low 
                                                time 
                                                ago, 
                                                people 
                                                talk 
                                                to 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                pistol 
                                                hot 
                                                cup 
                                                of 
                                                rhyme
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                whiskey 
                                                is 
                                                water, 
                                                the 
                                                water 
                                                is 
                                                wine
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Pale Blue Eyes (Live In Studio)
2 King of the Road (Live In Studio)
3 Just a Touch (Live In Studio)
4 Gardening At Night (Electric Demo)
5 There She Goes Again (Live In Studio)
6 Pretty Persuasion (Live In Studio)
7 Moon River (Live In Studio)
8 All the Right Friends (Live In Studio)
9 Gardening At Night (Acoustic)
10 Gardening At Night (Different Vocal Mix)
11 Voice of Harold
12 Walter's Theme (Live In Studio)
13 Driver 8 (Live)
14 Crazy
15 Burning Hell
16 Burning Down
17 Catapult (Live)
18 Wind Out (With Friends) (Live In Studio)
19 Windout
20 Bad Day
21 Femme Fatale (Live In Studio)
22 Maps and Legends (Live)
23 Finest Worksong (Other Mix)
24 Finest Worksong (Mutual Drum Horn Mix)
25 Finest Worksong (Lengthy Club Mix)
26 Romance
27 Toys In the Attic
28 Tired of Singing Trouble
29 Theme From Two Steps Onward (Demo)
30 Mystery To Me (Demo)
31 Hyena (Demo)
32 The One I Love (Live)
33 Swan Swan H (Acoustic)
34 (All I Have To Do Is) Dream
35 Time After Time Etc. (Live)
36 Radio Free Europe (Hib-Tone Single)
37 Sitting Still (Hib-Tone Single)
38 Tighten Up (Live In Studio)
39 White Tornado (Live in Studio)
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