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Angol Dalszövegek
Angol Dalszövegek
Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice, and she said
"We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives but they just can't kill the beast
How many roads must a man walk down before you can call him a man?
Yes, 'n' How many seas must a white dove sail before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' How many times must the cannonballs fly before they are forever banned?
How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' How many ears must one man have before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' How many deaths will it take till he knows that too many people have
died?
How many years can a mountain exist before it is washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' How many years can some people exist before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' How many times can a man turn his head, pretending he just doesn't see?
Where have all the young girls gone, long time passing
Where have all the young girls gone, long time ago
Where have all the young girls gone
Gone to husbands everyone
When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn
And they all play on the golf course and drink their martini dry
And they all have pretty children, and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp, and then to the university
And they all get put in boxes and they all come out the same
And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family
And they all get put in boxes, little boxes all the same
There's a green one, there's a pink one, there's a blue one and a yellow one
And they all made out of ticky-tacky and they all look just the same
Freight Train
Sheep baa-baa
Horse neigh-neigh
Donkey hee-haw
Bird chirp-chirp
Pig oink-oink
Duck quack-quack
Fish splash-splash
Dog bow-wow
Cat meow-meow
Turkey gobble-gobble
Swing low, sweet chariot
Take him and shake him and try to awoke him ...
Pull out the plug and wet him all over ...
In a cavern by a canyon
Excavating for a mine
Dwellt a miner, forty-niner
And his daughter Clementine
Oh my darling, oh my darling
Oh my darling Clementine
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry Clementine
Alsie and me we finished our tea and said good bye to the seaside
Climbed on the bus, Flora said to us
Oh isn't it a same to go
Wouldn't it be grand to have cash on demand and to live like this for always
It makes me feel ill when I think of the mill and the wheels going round
Country Roads
I am happy as can be
Love that feeling makes me free
I wrote letters on the nall
Love will be the one I call
Edelweis, Edelweis
Every morning you greet me
Small and white, clean and bright
You look happy to meet me
I read the news today, oh boy, about a lucky man who made the grade
And thought the news were rather sad, well I just had to laugh
I saw the photograph
I saw a film today, oh boy, the england army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away, but I just had to look
Having read the book, I'd love to turn you on ...
I was late
Grabbed my coat, and grabbed my hat, made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke, and somebody spoke and I went
into a dream Ahhhhh... Ahhhhh...
Then comrades come rally and the last fight let us face
The International unites the human race
Then comrades come rally and the last fight let us face
The International unites the human race
Yellow Submarine
Michelle, ma belle,
These are words that go together well,
My Michelle,
Michelle, ma belle
Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble,
Tres bien ensemble.
I love you.
And I will say the only words that I know you'll understand
My Michelle.
Eight Days a Week
She's the kind of girl who puts you down when friends are there
You feel a fool.
When you say she's looking good, she acts as if it's understood,
She's cool, cool, cool, cool!
Girl, girl!
Was she told when she was yong that the pain would lead to pleasure?
Did she understood it when they said
That a man must break his back to earn his day of leisure,
Will she still believe it when he's dead?
Ah girl, girl!
Maxwell's Silver Hammer
Back in the school again, Maxwell plays the fool again, teacher gets annoyed,
Wishing to avoid an unpleasant scene
She tells to Max to stay when the class has gone away, so he waits behind,
Writing fifty times I must not be so...
But when she turns her back on the boy, he creeps up from behind.
P.C. thirty-one said we've got a dirty one, Maxwell stands alone
Painting testimonial pictures, oh-oh-oh-oh.
Rose and Valerie, screaming from the gallery, say he must go free.
(Maxwell must go free!)
The judge doesn't agree and he tells them so, oh-oh-oh.
But as the words are leaving his lips, a noise comes from behind.
And any time you feel the pain, hey, Jude, refrain,
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders.
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder.