Текст песни Hard-Fi - Love Song

Killer Sounds
Жанр: Indie Rock
Исполнитель: Hard-Fi
Альбом: Killer Sounds
Длительность: 03:12
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Back in 1940 my Grandfather died Fightin' in a spitfire over the Kent countrysidev Since then my country never really got back off its knees Uncle Joe put paid to that and I was born late seventies I heard that over in England men were gettin' paid More than I earn in a week, working just one day I thought, "What the Hell? I'll go give it my best shot." Yeah, it's gotta be better than nothin' And that's exactly what I've got I caught a train and I headed west sailed across the sea Pretty soon I had a job workin' in a factory Well, the work was hard it was hard as Hell My fingers bled and my blisters swelled Long, long hours back racked with pain Just me and Sergei from Ukraine When I got my first paycheck it was minus food and board "Not much left for me." I thought so this is my reward So on my first night off in ten I wandered into town Yeah, I just wanted to have some fun and have a look around I met a girl She had blond hair and curls oh We got along... I sung her a Polish love song We were kissin' in the car park when I heard someone come up behind me Suddenly I'm surrounded by a group of men who what to hurt me They said "You're not welcome in our country We're sick of givin' to all and sundry, All the work that you try and rob..." I said, "Mister, you wouldn't want my job!" And then I'm down on the floor Their boots connecting with my jaw Round, round, round my head is spinning I don't think I can take much more My girl is screamin' I think I'm going to be killed... Just like my grandfather my Polish blood On England soil is spilt Just like my grandfather my Polish blood On England soil is spilt
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