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01-ENGLISHMAN IN NEW YORK – Mi m
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I don't drink coffee i take tea my dear
I like my toast done on the side
And you can hear it in my accent when i talk
I'm an englishman in new york
See me walking down fifth avenue
A walking cane here at my side
I take it everywhere i walk
I'm an englishman in new york
I'm an alien i'm a legal alien
I'm an englishman in new york
I'm an alien i'm a legal alien
I'm an englishman in new york
If "manners maketh man" as someone said
Then he's the hero of the day
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile
Be yourself no matter what they say
I'm an alien, i'm a legal alien
I'm an englishman in new york
I'm an alien, i'm a legal alien
I'm an englishman in new york
You could end up as the only one
Gentleness, sobriety are rare in this society
At night a candle's brighter than the sun
Takes more than combat gear to make a man
Takes more than license for a gun
Confront your enemies, avoid them when you can
A gentleman will walk but never run
If "manners maketh man" as someone said
Then he's the hero of the day
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile
Be yourself no matter what they say
I'm an alien, i'm a legal alien
I'm an englishman in new york
I'm an alien, i'm a legal alien
I'm an englishman in new York
02-MOON OVER BOURBON STREET – C1 Si M7
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There's a moon
over bourbon street tonight
I see faces as they pass
beneath the pale lamplight
I've no choice but to follow
that call
The bright lights,
the people, and the moon and all
I pray every day to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Oh you'll never see my shade
or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon
over bourbon street
It was many years ago
I became what I am
I was trapped in this life
like an innocent lamb
Now I can never show my face
at noon
And you'll only see me walking
by the light of the moon
The brim of my hat
hides the eyes of a beast
I've the face of a sinner
but the hands of a priest
Oh you'll never see my shade
or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon
over bourbon street
She walks everyday
through the streets of New Orleans
She's innocent and young
from a family of means
I have stood many times
outside her window at night
To struggle with my instinct
in the pale moonlight
How could I be this way
when I pray to god above
I must love what I destroy
and destroy the thing I love
Oh you'll never see my shade
or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon
over bourbon street
03-RUSSIANS – C1 Si m
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In Europe and America
there's a growing feeling of hysteria
Conditioned to respond to all the threats
In the rhetorical speeches of the soviets
Mr. Krushchev said we will bury you
I don't subscribe to this point of view
It would be such an ignorant thing to do
If the russians love their children too
How can i save my little boy
from Oppenheimer's deadly toy
There is no monopoly of common sense
On either side of the political fence
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
Believe me when i say to you
I hope the russians love their children too
There is no historical precedent
To put words in the mouth of the president
There's no such thing as a winnable war
It's a lie we don't believe anymore
Mr. Reagan says we will protect you
I don't subscribe to this point of view
Believe me when i say to you
I hope the russians love their children too
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
What might save us me and you
Is that the russians love their children too
04-STOLEN CAR – C1 Fa# m
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Late at night in summer heat
expensive car, empty street
there's a wire in my jacket. this is my trade
it only takes a moment, don't be afraid.
I can hotwire an ignition like some kind of star
i'm just a poor boy in a rich man's car
so i whisper to the engine, flick on the lights
and we drive into the night
Oh the smell of the leather
always excited my imagination
and i picture myself in this different situation
i'm a company director, two kids and a wife
i get the feeling that there's more to this one's life
there's some kind of complication, he tells her he's alone
spends the night with his lover,
there's a trace of her cologne
and the words of his mistress,
as she whispers them so near
start ringing in my ear
Please take me dancing tonight
i've been all on my own
you promised one day we could its,
i'm just a prisoner of love
always hid form the light
take me dancing, please
take me dancing tonight
I imagine his wife, she don't look nothing like a fool
she picks the kids up form some private school
she remembers what he told her,
he was late and worked alone
but there's more than a suspicion
in this lingering cologne
and the kid's just won't be quiet
and she runs a traffic light
and she drives into the night
Please take me dancing tonight i've been all on my own
you promised one day we could
it's what you said on the phone
i'm just a prisoner of love always hid from the light
take me dancing, please take me dancing tonight
So here am i in a stolen car at a traffic light
they go form red to green and
so i just drive into the night
Please take me dancing tonight i've been all on my own
you promised one day we could
it's what you said on the phone
i'm just a prisoner of love always hid from the light
05-THEY DANCE ALONE – La M
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Why are there women here dancing on their own?
Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the soldiers here
Their faces fixed like stone?
I can't see what it is that they dispise
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
They dance alone
It's the only form of protest they're allowed
I've seen their silent faces scream so loud
If they were to speak these words
they'd go missing too
Another woman on a torture table
what else can they do
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone
One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance
One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance
Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
Ellas danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
Ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia
Danzan con sus padres
Danzan con sus hijos
Danzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
Danzan solas