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Versiõn actual de Letras de Canciones de The Waterboys Old England (http://es.mp3lyrics.org/w/waterboys/old-england/) Versión actual de las letras |
Versiõn 1 de Letras de Canciones de The Waterboys Old England (http://es.mp3lyrics.org/w/waterboys/old-england/v1.html) La versión 1 de la letra | ||||||||||||
| 1 | A man looks up on a yellow sky | (Mike Scott) | 1 | ||||||||||
| 2 | And the rain turns to rust in his eye | man looks up on a yellow sky | 2 | ||||||||||
| 3 | Rumors of his health are lies | and the rain turns to rust in his eye | 3 | ||||||||||
| 4 | Old England is dying | rumours of his health are lies | 4 | ||||||||||
| 5 | old England is dying | 5 | |||||||||||
| 6 | His clothes are a dirty shade of blue | his clothes are a dirty shade of blue | 6 | ||||||||||
| 7 | And his ancient shoes, worn through | and his ancient shoes worn through | 7 | ||||||||||
| 8 | He steals from me and he lies to you | he steals from me and he lies to you | 8 | ||||||||||
| 9 | Old England is dying | old England is dying | 9 | ||||||||||
| 10 | still he sings an empire song | 10 | |||||||||||
| 11 | Still he sings an Empire's song | still he keeps his navy strong | 11 | ||||||||||
| 12 | Still he keeps his navy strong | and he sticks his flag where it ill belongs | 12 | ||||||||||
| 13 | And he sticks his flag where it all belongs | old England is dying | 13 | ||||||||||
| 14 | Old England is dying | you're asking what makes me sigh now | 14 | ||||||||||
| 15 | what it is makes me shudder so well | 15 | |||||||||||
| 16 | You're asking what makes me sigh now | I just freeze in the wind and I'm | 16 | ||||||||||
| 17 | What it is makes me shudder so | numb from the pummelin of the snow | 17 | ||||||||||
| 18 | Well, I just freeze in the wind | that falls from high in yellow skies | 18 | ||||||||||
| 19 | And I'm numb from the pummeling of the snow | down on where the well loved flag of | 19 | ||||||||||
| 20 | England flies | 20 | |||||||||||
| 21 | That falls from high in yellow skies | where homes are warm and mothers sigh | 21 | ||||||||||
| 22 | Where the well loved flag of England flies | where comedians laugh and babies cry | 22 | ||||||||||
| 23 | Where the homes are warm and the mothers sigh | where criminals are televised politicians | 23 | ||||||||||
| 24 | Where comedians laugh and babies cry | fraternize | 24 | ||||||||||
| 25 | journalists are dignified and everyone is | 25 | |||||||||||
| 26 | Where criminals are televised, politicians fraternized | civilized | 26 | ||||||||||
| 27 | Journalists are dignified and everyone is civilized | and children stare with Heroin eyes | 27 | ||||||||||
| 28 | And children stare with heroin eyes, heroin eyes, heroin eyes | Old England! | 28 | ||||||||||
| 29 | Old England, old England, old England is dying, dying | evening has fallen | 29 | ||||||||||
| 30 | the swans are singing | 30 | |||||||||||
| 31 | Evening has fallen, swans are singing | the last of sunday's bells is ringing | 31 | ||||||||||
| 32 | The last of Sunday's bells is ringing | the wind in the trees is sighing | 32 | ||||||||||
| 33 | The wind in the trees is sighing | and old England is dying | 33 | ||||||||||
| 1 | And old England is dying | 1 | |||||||||||
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