Founds total 4 songs
Brooklyn Girls
Standing in your hallway, kiss your angel hair. Hear your old grandmother recite her immigrant prayer. She knew what you had to do, she'd probably kill you first, first.
Bobby Sands Mp
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.
Black 47
Everything is still not a chicken not a body. Just an awful sicken silence roarin' in my brain. And the fog of death deepens and lies upon the land. An ould wan rolls over on her back.
Banks Of The Hudson
On the banks of the Hudson. My love and I lay down. Just above 42nd Street. While the rain was pouring down. . When I covered her with kisses. The sparks lit up her eyes.
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