Tên đầy đủ: Pogues
I dreamt we were standing By the banks of the thames Where the cold grey waters ripple In the misty morning light Held a match......
Across the dark and dusty plain Where scars of old dry rivers run Night unfolds, a coal black shroud Across the hard and stony ground......
Below the pont mirabeau Slow flows the seine And all out loves together Must i recall again Joy would always follow After pain Hands holding......
Well jimmy played harmonica in the pub where i was born He played it from the night time to the peaceful early morn He soothed......
Well it's been a long day but i don't like to moan It's the middle of summer and i'm chilled to the bone There's holes......
The shaman came a calling He was howling at the moon He offered me a vision On the end of a silver spoon He said......
A hungry feeling Came o'er me stealing And the mice were squeeling In my prison cell And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle All along the......
You gotta walk that mile honeychild You gotta walk that mile honeychild Well i'll show you what is hip As we walk down leeson strip......
They snakes they can crawl And the cheetahs they can bawl And their ghosts can wait for the hereafter But if you are so proud......
The night is dark, the moon is full Across the blood red plain Every step and every breath Brings me nearer home The spirits watch......
You got to weep You got to wail You got to drag yourself on hands and knees bleeding Another mile along the trail You got......
The night stank of diesel And a stranger came to town A cold wind blowing And the rain pouring down Street lights flicker And the......
The church bell rings An old drunk sings A young girl hocks her wedding ring Down on rain street Down the alley the icewagon flew......
Dear dirty london in the pouring rain I wish to god i was back on the sea again Though that belongs to the world of......
I close the door and turn the key And dream a world for you and me Beyond the walls a city breathes In this room......
Oh farewell you streets of sorrow And farewell you streets of pain I'll not return to feel more sorrow Nor to see more young men......
The last time i saw you was down at the greeks There was whiskey on sunday and tears on our cheeks You sang me a......
When i first came to london i was only sixteen With a fiver in my pocket and my ole dancing bag I went down to......
The guests are stood in silence They stare and drink their wine On the wall the canvas hangs Frozen there in time They marvel at......
In the rosy parks of england We'll sit and have a drink Of vp wine and cider 'til we can hardly think And we'll go......