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Crosby, Stills & Nash - Текст песни Word Game
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 Would you knock a man down if you don't like the cut of his clothes
 Could you put a man away if you don't want to hear what he knows
 Well it's happening right here people dying of fear by the droves
 And I know most of you
 Either don't believe it's true,
 Or else you don't know what to do
 Or maybe I'm singing about you,
 Who knows.
 It's incredibly sick, you can feel it, as across the land it flows
 Prejudice is slick when it's a word game, it festers and grows,
 Move along quick, it furthers one to have somewhere to go
 You can feel it as it's rumblin'
 Let emotions keep a tumblin'
 Then as cities start to crumblin'
 Mostly empty bellies grumblin'
 Here we go
 People see somebody different fear is the first reaction shown
 Then they think they've got him licked the barbaric hunt begins and they move in slow
 A human spirit is devoured the remains left to carrion crow
 I was told that life is change
 And yet history remains,
 Does it always stay the sameCrosby, Stills & Nash - Word Game - http://ru.motolyrics.com/crosby-stills-and-nash/word-game-lyrics.html
 Do we shrug it off and say
 Only God knows
 By and by, somebody usually goes down to the ghetto
 Try and help but they don't know why folks treat them cold
 And the rich keep getting richer and the rest of us just keep getting old.
 You see one must have a mission
 In order to be a good Christian
 If you don't you will be missing
 High Mass or the evening show
 And the well fed masters reap the harvests of the polluted seeds they've sown,
 Smug and self-righteous they bitch about people they owe,
 And you can't prove them wrong, they're so God damn sure they know
 I have seen these things with my very own eyes and defended my battered soul,
 It must be too tough to die,
 American propaganda, South African lies
 Will not force me to take up arms, that's my enemies' pride,
 Ands I won't fight by his rules that's foolishness besides,
 His ignorance is gonna do him in and nobody's gonna cry,
 Because his children they are growing up
 With bigots and their silver cups
 They're fed up, they might throw up
 On you








