ฟังเพลงMr. Bojangles

Mr. Bojangles - Harry Belafonte

Oh I knew a man,

Bojangles,

and he'd dance for you

in worn out shoes,

with silver hair,

a ragged shirt,

and baggy pants.

the old soft shoe.

he jump so high,

he jump so high,

then he'd lightly touch down.

Mr. Bojangles.

Mr. Bojangles.

Mr. Bojangles.

dance.

I met him in a cell

in New Orleans,

I was down and out.

He looked to me to be the eyes of age

as he spoke right out,

he talked of life, he talked of life,

he laughed, slapped his leg and stepped.

He spoke the name "Bojangles"

and he danced a lick

across the cell.

he grabbed his pants,

a better stance,

and wow he jumped so high.

he clicked his heels.

he let go a laugh,

he let go a laugh,

shook back his clothes all around.

Mr. Bojangles.

Mr. Bojangles.

Mr. Bojangles.

dance.

he danced with those at minstrel shows and county fairs,

throughout The South.

He spoke with tears

of fifteen years

of how his dog and him,

traveled about.

his dog up and died,

his dog up and died,

after twenty years he still greives.

He said "now I dance

every chance at

honkey-tonks,

for drinks and tips.

But most of time

I spend behind these country bars,

cause I drinks a bit."

he shook his head.

and as he shook his head,

I heard someone ask please,

Mr. Bojangles.

Mr. Bojangles.

Mr. Bojangles.

dance,