Тексты песен «Seanchai»

skiddin' down the runway, headed for jamaica bay close my eyes and pray, let me live to smoke another day. kennedy gonna be the death of me, got my baby to see... taxi! taxi! she's waitin' at home so to brooklyn i roam...

Right from the start this here's a rebel song It's from the heart I wanna tell you 'bout a wrong Committed by Britain back in the day Fourteen murdered, they refused to be slaves To the crown In Derry Town They wouldn't...

Cead mile failte, aris mo chara Pack up your bags tell your partner sayonara Slainte my brother have another cold one We're bouncin' to Japan We'll be coming from New York and Glasgow London and Toronto, Belfast and...

do it again, take me back in the day to that land of milk and honey, californi-ay. wheels doin' spins down a tree-lined boulevard hot rods and bronze gods and no-one actin' hard friday nights on the box, everybody had...

pump ya fist if ya love freedom pump ya fist if ya love culture pump ya fist if ya love freedom pump ya fist if ya love culture for 150 years, you been creatin' us be hatin' like satan, by beratin' us in punch cartoons...

By the lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling, "Michael, they are taking you away. For you stole Trevalian's corn, so the young might see the morn Now the prison ship lies waiting in the bay." CHORUS: Low lie...

Pipers play laments in the distance These days you seem to hear them everywhere A sea of blue stands to attention The mother walks down the chapel stairs Through her crying eyes she watches her Paddy As the shoulders...

I see you with your friends Hanging out You're my little man No doubt And that's the part That kinda got me worried Kids these days Getting old in a hurry Everyday gun play By some crazy mutha Shooting up schools...

[chorus] Rebel hip-hop we swing the rebel hip-hop This ain't no stoop dawn low party, Though party we do Come to the brew, I'm familiar with a few As is my crew, Very very true But there's more to this game Than...

sportin' paddy mack daddy rollin' in a stolen caddy crusin' down to clare cos he digs the music there speakers blowin' tunes are flowin', never find the time goin' roars to shamrock shore, lilts the bucks of oronmore...

Reluctantly I give flow to this song Got my fingers crossed hopin' that I'm wrong But I'll take my chances before this chance is gone I got a question Just what's goin' on? It don't seem quite rational Reachin' out for...

Wake up! Wake up! Wake up Irishman! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up Irishman! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up Irishman! Sectarian hatred me no understand! First of all we must integrate Respect each other, decide our own fate...