vineri, 16 octombrie 2015

AT THE END OF THE DAY EVERYDAY ENDS - o olho direito tem reflexo e o visante esquerdo tá escuro que nem breu ...o barbudo deve ser um talibã do estado islâmico, At the end of the day you're another day older, And that's all you can say for the life of the poor. It's a struggle, it's a war, And there's nothing that anyone's giving. One more day, standing about, what is it for? One day less to be living. At the end of the day you're another day colder, And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill. And the righteous hurry past, They don't hear the little ones crying... And the winter is coming on fast, ready to kill. One day nearer to dying! At the end of the day there's another day dawning, And the sun in the morning is waiting to rise. And the waves crash on the sand, Like a storm that'll break any second... There's a hunger in the land, There's a reckoning still to be reckoned... And there's gonna be hell to pay, At the end of the day! [: At the end of the day you get nothing for nothing... Sitting flat on your bum doesn't buy any bread. At the end of the day it's another day over, With enough in your pocket to last for a week, Pay the landlord, pay the shop. Keep on working as long as you're able. Keep on working till you drop, Or it's back to the crumbs on the table. You've got to pay your way, At the end of the day! : Give that letter to me, It is none of your business... With a husband at home, And a bit on the side. Is there anyone here, Who can swear before God, She has nothing to fear? She has nothing to hide? At the end of the day she's the one who began it! There's a kid that she's hiding in some little town. There's a man she has to pay! You can guess how she picks up the extra... You can bet she's earning her keep sleeping around... And the boss wouldn't like it! At the end of the day she'll be nothing but trouble, And there's trouble for all when there's trouble for one. While we're earning our daily bread, She's the one with her hands in the butter. You must send the slut away, Or we're all gonna end in the gutter. And it's us who'll have to pay, At the end of the day!ootloose by fit loser SUBMIT CORRECTIONS CANCEL I've been working so hard I'm punching my card Eight hours for what? Oh, tell me what I got I've got this feeling That time's just holding me down I'll hit the ceiling or else I'll tear up this town Tonight I gotta cut Now I gotta cut loose, footloose Kick off the Sunday shoes Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees Jack, get Mack, come on before we crack Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose You're playing so cool Obeying every rule I dig a way down in your heart You're burning, yearning for Somebody to tell you That life ain't passing you by I'm trying to tell you It will if you don't even try You can fly if you'd only cut Loose, footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Oh please, Marie shake it, shake it for me oh, Milo c'mon, c'mon let's go Lose your blues everybody cut footloose Ohhhhhhhhhh Cut footloose ohhhhhhhhhh Cut footloose ohhhhhhhhhh Cut footloose ohhhhhhhhhh You got to turn me around And put your feet on the ground Now take a hold of your soul ah.. ah..ah..ahhhhhhhh, I'm turning it loose! footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me offa my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues now everybody cut footloose Loose, footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me offa my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues Everybody cut everybody cut Everybody cut everybody cut Everybody cut everybody cut Everybody everybody cut footloose Cut footloose

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