You're not my brother, nor my countryman
Not my sister or my friend
But you're my comrade, be so 'til the last
They shall not pass; they shall not pass
Now blood is running through the streets of Spain
And London gripped in fear
Oh, smell of gunfire, sound of breaking [burning?] glass
You shall not pass; you shall not pass
Why fight the good fight, fight the good fight? Why not let them burn?
I dread the day when the suffering of my fellow is none of my concern, so
Stand up today that we might save tomorrow
Oh I know there's a way that we might save tomorrow
Yes its late in the day but we might save tomorrow, if we try
I shall not turn against my brother
For his creed or for his colour
Nor the one he takes his lover
Or his class
You that beckon me that way, you shall not pass
And you who speak of ideology, who speak of people like they're pawns
Whose motives lie 'neath frosted glass
You shall not pass; you shall not pass
In the name now of humanity,
Not left nor right, not black nor white
Tear the fascist flag now from its mast
It shall not pass; it shall not pass
Why fight the good fight, fight the good fight? Why not let them burn?
I dread the day when the suffering of my fellow is none of my concern, so
Stand up today that we might save tomorrow
Oh I know there's a way that we might save tomorrow
Yes its late in the day but we might save tomorrow, you and I
We shall not turn against each other
For our creed or for our colour
Nor the ones we take our lover
Or our class
You that beckon me that way, you shall not pass
Stand up and speak, it's not a call to arms
Get on your feet, it's not a call to arms
Get on the street, it's not a call to arms
It's a call to helping hands
Why fight the good fight, fight the good fight? Why not let them burn?
I dread the day when the suffering of my fellow is none of my concern, so
Stand up today, that we might save tomorrow
Oh I know there's a way that we might save tomorrow
Yes its late in the day, but we might save tomorrow, if we try
I shall not turn against my brother
For his creed or for his colour
Nor the one he takes his lover
Or his class
You that beckon me that way, you shall not pass
Not my sister or my friend
But you're my comrade, be so 'til the last
They shall not pass; they shall not pass
Now blood is running through the streets of Spain
And London gripped in fear
Oh, smell of gunfire, sound of breaking [burning?] glass
You shall not pass; you shall not pass
Why fight the good fight, fight the good fight? Why not let them burn?
I dread the day when the suffering of my fellow is none of my concern, so
Stand up today that we might save tomorrow
Oh I know there's a way that we might save tomorrow
Yes its late in the day but we might save tomorrow, if we try
I shall not turn against my brother
For his creed or for his colour
Nor the one he takes his lover
Or his class
You that beckon me that way, you shall not pass
And you who speak of ideology, who speak of people like they're pawns
Whose motives lie 'neath frosted glass
You shall not pass; you shall not pass
In the name now of humanity,
Not left nor right, not black nor white
Tear the fascist flag now from its mast
It shall not pass; it shall not pass
Why fight the good fight, fight the good fight? Why not let them burn?
I dread the day when the suffering of my fellow is none of my concern, so
Stand up today that we might save tomorrow
Oh I know there's a way that we might save tomorrow
Yes its late in the day but we might save tomorrow, you and I
We shall not turn against each other
For our creed or for our colour
Nor the ones we take our lover
Or our class
You that beckon me that way, you shall not pass
Stand up and speak, it's not a call to arms
Get on your feet, it's not a call to arms
Get on the street, it's not a call to arms
It's a call to helping hands
Why fight the good fight, fight the good fight? Why not let them burn?
I dread the day when the suffering of my fellow is none of my concern, so
Stand up today, that we might save tomorrow
Oh I know there's a way that we might save tomorrow
Yes its late in the day, but we might save tomorrow, if we try
I shall not turn against my brother
For his creed or for his colour
Nor the one he takes his lover
Or his class
You that beckon me that way, you shall not pass
envoyé par Bernart Bartleby - 8/4/2014 - 18:39
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Parole e musica di Grace Petrie
Nell’album intitolato “Mark My Words”
Una giovanissima e degna erede di Woody Guthrie e Billy Bragg: “Tear the fascist flag now from its mast, it shall not pass”