A word in your ear, from father to son Hear the word that I say, I fought with you Fought on your side, long before you were born
Joyful the sound, the word goes around From father to son to son...
and the voice is so clear Time after time it keeps, calling you, calling you on Don't destroy what you see, your country to be Just keep building on the ground, that's been won
Kings will be crowned, the word goes around From father to son to son...
Won't you hear us sing Our family song? Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba Now we hand it on, but I've heard it all before
Take this letter that I give you, take it sonny hold it high You won't understand a word that's in it But you'll write it all again before you die
A word in your ear, from father to son Funny you don't hear, a single word that I say But my letter to you, will stay by your side Thru' the years, till the loneliness is gone Sing if you will, but the air you breathe, I live to give you Father to son father to son, father to son father to son
Joyful the sound, Word goes around Father to son, to son Kings will be crowned, Earth goes around Father to son to son
На концерте симфонической музыки один слушатель не спускает глаз с музыканта-тромбониста. Во время антракта слушатель проходит за кулисы и говорит тромбонисту: - Я целый час наблюдал, как вы безуспешно пытались высунуть одну трубу из другой. На заводе, где я работаю, меня называют "Дядя Вася-золотые руки". Может быть, я смогу вытащить эту проклятую трубу?
