Black Angel — текст песни (Rolling Stones)

Got a sweet black angel,
Got a pin up girl,
Got a sweet black angel,
Up upon my wall.
Well, she ain`t no singer
And she ain`t no star,
But she sure talk good,
And she move so fast.
But the gal in danger,
Yeah, de gal in chains,
But she keep on pushin`,
Would ya take her place?
She countin` up de minutes,
She countin` up de days,
She`s a sweet black angel, woh,
Not a sweet black slave.
Ten little niggers
Sittin` on de wall,
Her brothers been a fallin`,
Fallin` one by one.
For a judge they murdered
And a judge they stole,
Now de judge he gonna judge her
For all dat he`s worth.
Well de gal in danger,
De gal in chains,
But she keep on pushin`
Would you do the same?
She countin` up de minutes,
She countin` up de days,
She`s a sweet black angel,
Not a gun toting teacher,
Not a Red lovin` school mom,
Ain`t someone gonna free her,
Free de sweet black slave,
Free de sweet black slave