Whoa, oh, oh
The sounds, the sounds of war
It ain't pretty, oh
I hear the sound of war
Echoing over yonder
It make I-man stop and wonder
I heard the song of bomb
That sound like thunder
The flashing like that looks like lighting
The rolling of the tanks across the plains
And the children so confused
And the elders not amused
Is Babylon unleashing all its might
Destroying everything in sight
I can feel the agony of the people
Filled with fear, destruction everywhere
When two governments disagree, the people dies
No one listens to their cries
Whenever theirs war, the children perish
Losing everything they ever cherish
They send their sons and daughters to die on the battlefield
All in the name of freedom, all in the name of democracy
Those that make it back, they show no mercy
Living in the streets like rats
Nowhere to rest their backs
I hear the sound of war
Echoing over yonder
Said I hear the sound of war
Echoing over yonder
I can feel the agony of the people
Filled with fear, destruction everywhere
Whoa, oh the sound of war
It ain't pretty
I said the sound of war
It ain't pretty
It ain't pretty
Whenever there is war, the children perish
Losing everything they ever cherish
We send our sons and daughters to die on the battlefield
All in the name of freedom, all in the name of democracy
And those that make it back, they show no mercy
Living in the streets like rats
Nowhere to rest their backs
The sounds, the sounds of war
It ain't pretty, oh
I hear the sound of war
Echoing over yonder
It make I-man stop and wonder
I heard the song of bomb
That sound like thunder
The flashing like that looks like lighting
The rolling of the tanks across the plains
And the children so confused
And the elders not amused
Is Babylon unleashing all its might
Destroying everything in sight
I can feel the agony of the people
Filled with fear, destruction everywhere
When two governments disagree, the people dies
No one listens to their cries
Whenever theirs war, the children perish
Losing everything they ever cherish
They send their sons and daughters to die on the battlefield
All in the name of freedom, all in the name of democracy
Those that make it back, they show no mercy
Living in the streets like rats
Nowhere to rest their backs
I hear the sound of war
Echoing over yonder
Said I hear the sound of war
Echoing over yonder
I can feel the agony of the people
Filled with fear, destruction everywhere
Whoa, oh the sound of war
It ain't pretty
I said the sound of war
It ain't pretty
It ain't pretty
Whenever there is war, the children perish
Losing everything they ever cherish
We send our sons and daughters to die on the battlefield
All in the name of freedom, all in the name of democracy
And those that make it back, they show no mercy
Living in the streets like rats
Nowhere to rest their backs
inviata da Bernart Bartleby - 11/10/2020 - 21:22
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