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Barclay James Harvest - The closed shop

Tekst :

Born a poor worker s son
Taught to fight for all his rights
Life for him s just begun
Union might his leading light.

It s a shame and it s a sin
They don t know the mood they re in
Until they strike for what is right
Not what has been.

Shop floor, that s where he s at
Back to back, bring out the rack
Squeeze them til they react
Wield the gun; see how they run.

It s a shame and it s a sin
They don t know the mood they re in
Until they strike for what is right
Not what has been.

All out of freedom, all out for more
Show them we mean it, tell them the score
Brother for brother, that s what we re for
Don t give us reasons
Our reasons has gone out the door.

Born a poor worker s son
Taught to fight for all his rights
Life for him s just begun
Union might his leading light.

It s a shame and it s a sin
They don t know the mood they re in
Until they strike for what is right
Not what has been.

Inne utwory

  • The sun will never shine
  • Giving it up
  • The life you lead
  • Following me
  • Love is like a violin
  • Midnight drug
  • Song for you
  • Hymn for the children
  • He said love
  • Hard hearted woman
  • Hold on
  • Delph town morn
  • Moonwater
  • Sea of tranquility
  • Welcome to the show
  • High wire
  • Child of the universe
  • Ballad of denshaw mill
  • Losowe utwory

    Disco deluxe

    Ni valov ni èeri ko sirene zapojo
    In v suhem potoku utopijo njo
    In na maj preseli se zima naj
    Vse tako ko pero v rokah je lutk

    Ni veliko vran za postrelit
    Za mir in idilo
    Dokler smo brez skrbi
    Raj je v naravi

    Ni vsem dan poseben gen
    Ki zavraèa gnilo
    Dokler smo brez skrbi
    Raj je v naravi

    V...

    Lap dance junkie

    Would you like a little company
    Was the first thing she said to me
    A baby doll in kitten heels
    Gives a look knowing how it feels

    Chorus:
    So oh baby just one more time
    This lap dance junkie s spending his last...

    Rich

    I can see for miles now,
    places I imagined.
    Dreams becoming real here.
    Hobbies taking hold.
    And I ve been gliding for so long,
    looking for my landing.
    Now that I have found my in,
    think I m heading home?

    A dream rising.
    Trying to take its form against the norm.
    A goal, hard to hold.
    Sizing up itself against the...

    Naiven ples

    Kadar srce boli britve re¾ejo,
    vratove do krvi trupla padajo,
    a na koncu spere de¾ vse pora¾ene,
    prepih v ¾ilah le,
    stre ljudi in uma¾e pesti.

    Ta naiven zadn ples,
    ne bo nam dal peres,
    le grozljive slike pred ime,
    in nazaj korakov ni le kraj,
    koder tema je...

    Duma

    Widzisz co widzisz, widzisz tak to jest.(Oo)
    Blokowe domy jeden na drugim fest.
    Ktoś tym pogardzi, ale to nasze strony.
    To nasze domy, a w nich nasze ziomy.
    Ustawki, miejscówki i tajne rejony.
    Szalone tematy, same dobre wariaty.
    I dobre warsztaty, czuć tu straty.
    Wszystko co mam, nic po za...