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Dropkick Murphys
Dropkick Murphys


Информация
Откуда Quincy, Massachusetts, USA
Жанры Punk Rock
Hardcore Punk
Celtic Punk
Годы 1996—н.в.
Лейблы Hellcat Records
См. также Street Dogs
The Bruisers
The Ducky Boys
The Exit
Everybody Out!
The Outlets
Сайт Website
Состав
Tim Brennan
James Lynch
Al Barr
Ken Casey
Matt Kelly
Josh "Scruffy" Wallace
Jeff DaRosa
Бывшие участники
Marc Orrell
Mike McColgan
Rick Barton
Spicy McHaggis
Ryan Foltz
Jeff Erna
Joe Delaney



Тексты песен Dropkick Murphys

Текст песни "Broken Hymns"


Now the fog and smoke is lifting from the fallen row on row
In 1861 they prayed for god to keep their souls
Jimmy left home in April, that was one year to the day
Writes his mother back home in Brighton, but he ain't got much to say
He's forgotten what his town looks like, the smell of death is all around
He dreams of the blue atlantic to once again be homeward bound
Homeward bound

Though the road was long and winding many snares lay in their path
But their struggle they saw as righteous they fought with might and struck with wrath

Now the battle hymns are playing, report of shots not far away
No prayer, no promise, no hand of god could save their souls that April day
Tell their wives that they fought bravely as they lay them in their graves

As the train pulled in the station and the families gathered 'round
You could hear the first cart echo with a loud triumphant sound
But the last cart it was silent, they listened close but they couldn't hear
It was laden down with coffins, that didn't speak and couldn't cheer

Now the battle hymns are playing, report of shots not far away
No prayer, no promise, no hand of god could save their souls that April day
Tell their wives that they fought bravely as they lay them in their graves

As the train pulled in the station and the families gathered 'round
You could hear the first car echo with a loud triumphant sound

Now the battle hymns are playing, report of shots not far away
No prayer, no promise, no hand of god could save their souls that April day
Now the battle hymns are playing, report of shots not far away
No prayer, no promise, no hand of god could save the souls of the blue and gray
Tell their wives that they fought bravely as they lay them in their graves

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