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Black 47 - The Islands | Текст Иностранной Песни
If it's all so far behind me why does it seem like yesterday The lark in the morning, your auld lad tossin' hay The ferry in the harbor dancing jigs upon the waves The
Black 47 - Bobby Sands MP | Текст Иностранной Песни
My name is Bobby Sands MP Born in the city of Belfast Divided by religion I grew up fast I was stabbed and I was spat upon My family run out of its home There was only
Black 47 - Voodoo City | Текст Иностранной Песни
[Incomprehensible] Paddy came down to Voodoo City Met a lady on Bourbon Street She was dark, she was beautiful Swept that boy right off his feet Runnin'
Black 47 - One Starry Night | Текст Иностранной Песни
One starry night as I lay sleepin' One starry night as I lay in bed Dreamed I heard wagon wheels a'creakin' When I awoke, love, found you had fled I'll
Black 47 - Change | Текст Иностранной Песни
I remember you back in 1992 When they were putting us down Trying to tramp us into the ground You exploded like a flame in the night With a righteous indignation Told
Black 47 - Izzy S Irish Rose | Текст Иностранной Песни
Izzy was a tailor down the lower east side The very man to top you off with dignity and pride His mother wanted him to marry a Katz from Houston Street A great big strapping lump
Black 47 - Long Lost Tapes Of Hendrix | Текст Иностранной Песни
One evening while out strollin' a friend I chanced to see He was begging behind a bottle On Spring and Bowery He said, "I got some news for you Only cost
Black 47 - Go Home Paddy | Текст Иностранной Песни
(Irish lyrics) Mo chreach gharchiseach N rabhas ar do chlaibh nuair lmhadh an pdar, go ngeobhainn im chom dheas n i mbinn mo ghna, is go ligfinn cead siil
Black 47 - Black Rose | Текст Иностранной Песни
Mister Frankie Diamond was my best friend We were partners in a business down on C and 7th Nothin' ever got this good brother down He was a real live wire in an electric
Black 47 - Blood Wedding | Текст Иностранной Песни
Carlita is waiting down on C & 9th In mantilla and lace and her lover's knife Cries out for revenge, she is silent like a stone Beautiful in her widow's weeds
