Fortunate Son

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Текст, перевод и аккорды “Fortunate Son”
Some folks are born Made to wave that flag Ooh that red, white 'n blue And when they play 'Hail to the Cheif' Ooh they point the cannon at you, lord It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate son It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, no Some folks are born Silver spoon in hand Lord don't they help themselves? And when the taxman Knocks on their door Ooh the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate son It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no millionaires son, no, no Some folks are born Starspangled eyes Ooh they send you out to war And when Australia asks 'How much do we get?' Ooh they just ask for more and more and more and more and more and... It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no millionaires son, no It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, one, one It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no CIA son, no It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate son, son, son

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