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Bài hát Spanish Bombs - The Clash. Spanish songs in Andalucia. The shooting sites in the days of '39. Oh, please, leave the vendanna open. Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone. Bullet holes in the
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ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line. Spanish bombs rock the province. I'm hearing music from another time. Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava. I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight Spanish
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They say the snow came early that winter, that year. A little foundling child on the Sister's stairs. But don't pity me, I'm the lucky one. Oh, can't you see, that's where songs come from
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. that's a tomb of memories. . THE HURT IT DON'T STOP. THE HURT IT DON'T STOP. THE HURT IT DON'T STOP MEMORIES. . Simple words from a simple man. can see more than the learning head. They turn
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. that's a tomb of memories. . THE HURT IT DON'T STOP. THE HURT IT DON'T STOP. THE HURT IT DON'T STOP MEMORIES. . Simple words from a simple man. can see more than the learning head. They turn
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Oh, oh my darling. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah The artist pays the price. So you won't have to pay. If only we would listen. To what they have to say There are songs from wisdom. There are songs from
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can prophesize a warning from the Master. To make your soul listen to, make your learnin' faster. . The Devil have his special plan. To make hot songs for sinners. Thank God we'll turn it around
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Where have you gone? No lights in the home. We gave it up as part, we made it a tomb. And so I'll take the ocean and you take the land. And hope that our son understands Where have you gone? So
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I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay. And patiently stood by his tomb. When in a low whisper I heard something say. How sweetly I sleep here alone The tempest may howl and the loud
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look?. Some say it's just a part of it. We got to fulfil The Book So, won't you help to sing these songs of freedom?. 'Cause all I ever have redemption songs. Redemption songs. Redemption songs Old
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, where we sang. Songs with all our childhood friends. And it went like this, say. Oops, I got 99 problems singing bye, bye, bye. Hold up, if you wanna go and take a ride with me. Better hit me, baby, one
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the woods. Of an old Mustang, where we sang. Songs with all our childhood friends. And it went like this, say. Oops I got 99 problems singing bye, bye, bye. Hold up, if you wanna go and take a ride with
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. And no one is in need. There are no guns, no bombs, no diseases. No hungry mouths to feed. . From a distance we are instruments. Marching in a common band. Playing songs of home, playing songs of
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move. Music fills your heart, well that's a real fine place to start. It's from me, it's for you. It's from you, it's for me. It's a worldwide symphony. I write the songs that make the whole world sing
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move. Music fills your heart, well that's a real fine place to start. It's from me, it's for you. It's from you, it's for me. It's a worldwide symphony. I write the songs that make the whole world sing
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Too late to leave, blinded by the last night. Too far, too late, too deep. To escape from the hands of this night. Winter has our hearts, it finally tore us apart. . The cries of loss, ripping
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forward in this generation. triumphantly Won't you help to sing. These songs of freedom. These songs of freedom. All I ever had, yeah. Redemption songs. Redemption songs Emancipate yourselves from
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remembered. By the mask they wore years before the future. And the horse falls in the smoke filled riot. The center of a child grows in new disguise And where are the songs from the sane minds?. And where
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He was a good time, beer bar picker. Until the night she came along. He gave up his women and his liquor. And she put the sad in all his songs Something about her made him sorry. She was holy in
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mercy. When love is a gun. Separating me from you. She was the sun. Shining upon. The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail. He was the moon. Painting you. With it's glow so vulnerable and pale. Love's
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Love's the funeral of hearts. And an ode for cruelty. When angels cry blood. On flowers of evil in bloom. . The funeral of hearts. And a plea for mercy. When love is a gun. Separating me from
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Love's the funeral of hearts. And an ode for cruelty. When angels cry blood. On flowers of evil in bloom. . The funeral of hearts. And a plea for mercy. When love is a gun. Separating me from
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From the baby in the womb to the burden in the room. From the body in the tomb to the man in the moon mhm. . From the bottom of the hill to the top of the hill. From the hole in your head when
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radio. 'Cause from the lips of some old singer. We can share the troubles we already know. Turn 'em on, turn 'em on. Turn on those sad songs. When all hope is gone (Ah). Why don't you tune in and turn
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You're up state, up late, and city fed. . I'm a California label. . From the top of my head,. . Forever, ah. . See a lot of open sky. . When the sun goes down. . There's a hot, lot of
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There was a time. I used to look into my father's eyes. In a happy home. I was a king, I had a golden throne. Those days are gone, now the memories are on the wall. I hear the songs from the places
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Don't you give up my young young friend. Here's a story I think will please. How sir rastus bear was in fact redeemed. Redeemed from the cell to which he'd been thrown. By men whose love was more
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. The days we've had. The songs we've sang togetther (oh yeah). And oh my love. I'm holding on forever. Reaching for a love that seems so far. So I say a little prayer. And hope my dreams will take me
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bombing laid to waste. Throned inside a death mask Holy Cross embedded in your tomb. Casualties are buried through your mind. Certain death is screaming from the sky I live to destroy below. Hunted
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while you have time, let the sun shine down from above. And fill you with songs of love. . Fate doesn't hang, on a wrong or right choice. Fortune depends, on the tone of your voice. So let's sing
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out of hope . Kill me. I begged and love said no. Leave me. for dead and let me go. Kill me. I cried and love said no. Kill me. I cried and love said no. Love's icy tomb. Dug open for you. Lies in a
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Welcome to the new suburban fables. Dressed up like a tomb inside a cradle. If you're paying peanuts, you get monkeys. You better save that silly money for junkets
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Honey around her victim's heart. Glossy as can be. Wraps her web across his breath with songs from purity. Spreads the warmth spawn in you. She stifles with a sound. Steps inside his mirror eyes
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. . All the nations are a song waiting to be sung. Every instrument and voice created for the One. The Maker of all things Majesty above. Who brought us back from death with such a costly love. What
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I saw you walking by his side. Heard you whisper all those lies. And I couldn't keep from crying You sang him love songs tenderly. That should have been for you and me. And I couldn't keep from
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I saw you walking by his side. Heard you whisper all those lies. And I couldn't keep from crying You sang him love songs tenderly. That should have been for you and me. And I couldn't keep from
