Текст песни My Generation / Land of Hope and Glory ("Ready Steady Go" Live Version) - The Who
                                                Standin 
                                                before 
                                                    a 
                                                broken 
                                                man
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                tears 
                                                of 
                                                joy, 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                pen 
                                                in 
                                                hand
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                can 
                                                he, 
                                                buy 
                                                his 
                                                pride
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                his 
                                                reflection 
                                                to 
                                                confide
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                story, 
                                                is 
                                                sad 
                                                but 
                                                truthful, 
                                                lightly 
                                                beautiful
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                we 
                                                could 
                                                mend
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                shattered 
                                                heart
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                shadows, 
                                                comforting 
                                                his 
                                                thoughts
 
                                    
                                
                                                His 
                                                dreams 
                                                are 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                clear
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                he 
                                                doesnt, 
                                                feel 
                                                the 
                                                hurting
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cause 
                                                hes 
                                                already 
                                                known 
                                                fear
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                thoughts, 
                                                begin 
                                                racing
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                good 
                                                things 
                                                must 
                                                end
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                problems, 
                                                that 
                                                hes 
                                                facing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Are 
                                                like 
                                                he 
                                                never 
                                                dreamt
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                one 
                                                sees 
                                                him 
                                                cry
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                wind 
                                                slowly 
                                                admires
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                no 
                                                one 
                                                sees 
                                                him 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                Throwing 
                                                his 
                                                hopes 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                fire
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                light, 
                                                shines 
                                                slowly 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                room
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                mornings 
                                                sounding
 
                                    
                                
                                                His 
                                                mind 
                                                is 
                                                blanker
 
                                    
                                
                                                Than 
                                                his 
                                                lively 
                                                stare
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                hides, 
                                                in 
                                                shame 
                                                of 
                                                knowledge
 
                                    
                                
                                                Knowning 
                                                that 
                                                alone, 
                                                he 
                                                falls 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                shadows, 
                                                comforting 
                                                his 
                                                thoughts
 
                                    
                                
                                                His 
                                                dreams 
                                                are 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                clear
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                he 
                                                doesnt, 
                                                feel 
                                                the 
                                                hurting
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cause 
                                                hes 
                                                already 
                                                known 
                                                fear
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                thoughts, 
                                                begin 
                                                racing
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                good 
                                                things 
                                                must 
                                                end
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                problems, 
                                                that 
                                                hes 
                                                facing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Are 
                                                like 
                                                he 
                                                never 
                                                dreamt
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                one 
                                                sees 
                                                him 
                                                cry
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                wind 
                                                slowly 
                                                admires
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                no 
                                                one 
                                                sees 
                                                him 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                Throwing 
                                                his 
                                                hopes 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                fire
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Run Run Run
2 Boris the Spider
3 I Need You
4 Whiskey Man
5 Heat Wave
6 Cobwebs And Strange
7 Don't Look Away
8 See My Way
9 So Sad About Us
10 Batman
11 Bucket T
12 Barbara Ann
13 Sparks (Live At Woodstock)
14 Doctor, Doctor
15 I've Been Away
16 In the City
17 Happy Jack (Acoustic Version)
18 Man With the Money (1995 "A Quick One" Version)
19 My Generation / Land of Hope and Glory ("Ready Steady Go" Live Version)
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