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I saw a newspaper picture from the political campaign
A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously in pain
She spills with compassion, as that young child's
face in her hands she grips
Can you imagine all that greed and avarice
coming down on that child's lips
Well I hope I don't die too soon
I pray the Lord my soul to save
Oh I'll be a good boy, I'm trying so hard to behave
Because there's one thing I know, I'd like to live
long enough to savour
That's when they finally put you in the ground
I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down
When England was the whore of the world
Margaret was her madam
And the future looked as bright and as clear as
the black tarmacadam
Well I hope that she sleeps well at night, isn't
haunted by every tiny detail
'Cos when she held that lovely face in her hands
all she thought of was betrayal
And now the cynical ones say that it all ends the same in the long run
Try telling that to the desperate father who just squeezed the life from his
only son
And how it's only voices in your head and dreams you never dreamt
Try telling him the subtle difference between justice and contempt
Try telling me she isn't angry with this pitiful discontent
When they flaunt it in your face as you line up for punishment
And then expect you to say 'Thank you' straighten up, look proud and pleased
Because you've only got the symptoms, you haven't got the whole disease
Just like a schoolboy, whose head's like a tin-can
filled up with dreams then poured down the drain
Try telling that to the boys on both sides, being blown to bits or beaten and
maimed
Who takes all the glory and none of the shame
Well I hope you live long now, I pray the Lord your soul to keep
I think I'll be going before we fold our arms and start to weep
I never thought for a moment that human life could be so cheap
'Cos when they finally put you in the ground
They'll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down
Vi una foto de prensa de la campaña política
Una mujer besa a un niño, que era, obviamente, en el dolor
Que los derrames de compasión, ya que niños pequeños
el rostro con las manos ella agarra
¿Te imaginas todo lo que la codicia y la avaricia
bajando en los labios de ese niño
Bueno, espero no morir antes de tiempo
Le pido al Señor para salvar mi alma
Oh, yo seré un buen chico, estoy tratando tan duro que se comporten
Porque hay una cosa que sé, me gustaría vivir
tiempo suficiente para saborear
Eso es cuando finalmente se pone en el suelo
Voy a estar en su tumba y la suciedad de vagabundo
Cuando Inglaterra era la puta del mundo
Margaret era su señora
Y el futuro parecía brillante y clara como sea
la tarmacadam negro
Bueno, espero que ella duerme bien de noche, no es
obsesionado por cada pequeño detalle
"Porque cuando ella sostuvo que hermoso rostro en sus manos
todo lo que ella pensaba de la traición
Y ahora los cínicos dicen que todos los extremos de la misma en el largo plazo
Trate de decirle eso al padre desesperado que recién exprimido la vida de su
hijo único
Y cómo sólo las voces
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Elvis costello
Tramp the dirt down
Tramp the dirt down
I saw a newspaper picture from the political campaign
A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously in pain
She spills with compassion, as that young child's
face in her hands she grips
Can you imagine all that greed and avarice
coming down on that child's lips
Well I hope I don't die too soon
I pray the Lord my soul to save
Oh I'll be a good boy, I'm trying so hard to behave
Because there's one thing I know, I'd like to live
long enough to savour
That's when they finally put you in the ground
I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down
When England was the whore of the world
Margaret was her madam
And the future looked as bright and as clear as
the black tarmacadam
Well I hope that she sleeps well at night, isn't
haunted by every tiny detail
'Cos when she held that lovely face in her hands
all she thought of was betrayal
And now the cynical ones say that it all ends the same in the long run
Try telling that to the desperate father who just squeezed the life from his
only son
And how it's only voices in your head and dreams you never dreamt
Try telling him the subtle difference between justice and contempt
Try telling me she isn't angry with this pitiful discontent
When they flaunt it in your face as you line up for punishment
And then expect you to say 'Thank you' straighten up, look proud and pleased
Because you've only got the symptoms, you haven't got the whole disease
Just like a schoolboy, whose head's like a tin-can
filled up with dreams then poured down the drain
Try telling that to the boys on both sides, being blown to bits or beaten and
maimed
Who takes all the glory and none of the shame
Well I hope you live long now, I pray the Lord your soul to keep
I think I'll be going before we fold our arms and start to weep
I never thought for a moment that human life could be so cheap
'Cos when they finally put you in the ground
They'll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down
Elvis costello
El vagabundo de tierra hacia abajo
El vagabundo de tierra hacia abajo
Vi una foto de prensa de la campaña política
Una mujer besa a un niño, que era, obviamente, en el dolor
Que los derrames de compasión, ya que niños pequeños
el rostro con las manos ella agarra
¿Te imaginas todo lo que la codicia y la avaricia
bajando en los labios de ese niño
Bueno, espero no morir antes de tiempo
Le pido al Señor para salvar mi alma
Oh, yo seré un buen chico, estoy tratando tan duro que se comporten
Porque hay una cosa que sé, me gustaría vivir
tiempo suficiente para saborear
Eso es cuando finalmente se pone en el suelo
Voy a estar en su tumba y la suciedad de vagabundo
Cuando Inglaterra era la puta del mundo
Margaret era su señora
Y el futuro parecía brillante y clara como sea
la tarmacadam negro
Bueno, espero que ella duerme bien de noche, no es
obsesionado por cada pequeño detalle
"Porque cuando ella sostuvo que hermoso rostro en sus manos
todo lo que ella pensaba de la traición
Y ahora los cínicos dicen que todos los extremos de la misma en el largo plazo
Trate de decirle eso al padre desesperado que recién exprimido la vida de su
hijo único
Y cómo sólo las voces
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
