Summertime Санкт - Петербург

Summertime, And the living is easy. Fish are jumping, And the cotton's high. Your daddy's rich, And your mama's good-looking. So hush, little baby, don't you cry. One of these mornings, you're gonna rise up singing. Then you'll spread your wings out, And you'll take to the sky. But till that morning, there's A-nothing can harm you, With your mommy and daddy, whoa, Standing by. Spo-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba. Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, Yeah. Ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, A-ba. S-doob, doob, doob, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba. Spo-ba-ba-oh, ay, oh-oh-oh, ay, Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oy. S-doob, doob, ba, ba-ba-ba. Spo-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba. Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, ba, ba-ba, Ba, oh-oh-oh-oy. Spo, Spo-ba-ba, ba-ba. S-ba-ba-da-da, ba-ba-ba, ba, ba-ba, Ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, oh-da-ba, oh-da-ba, Oh-ba-ba Summertime, and the living is easy. Fish are jumping now, And the cotton is high. Yeah. Your daddy's rich, and your Mama is good-looking. So hush, little baby, don't, don't, Don't, don't, don't cry. One of these mornings, You're gonna rise up singing. Then you'll spread your wings out, And you'll take to the sky. But till that morning, there's Nothing can harm you With your mammy and daddy. Whoa. Standing. Stand. Standing by. Whoa, standing by. Stand. Standing By.