Текст песни Food For Thought - UB40
Ivory
madonna
dying
in
the
dust
Waiting
for
the
manna
coming
from
the
west
Barren
is
her
bosom,
empty
as
her
eyes
Death
a
certain
harvest
scattered
from
the
skies
Skin
and
bones
is
creeping,
doesn't
know
he's
dead
Ancient
eyes
are
peeping,
from
his
infant
head
Politicians
argue,
sharpening
their
knives
Drawing
up
their
bargains,
trading
baby
lives
Ivory
madonna
dying
in
the
dust
Waiting
for
the
manna
coming
from
the
west
Hear
the
bells
are
ringing,
Christmas
on
its
way
Hear
the
angels
singing,
what
is
that
they
say?
Eat
and
drink
rejoicing,
joy
is
here
to
stay
Jesus,
son
of
Mary,
is
born
again
today
Ivory
madonna
dying
in
the
dust
Waiting
for
the
manna
coming
from
the
west
Ivory
madonna
dying
in
the
dust
Waiting
for
the
manna
coming
from
the
west
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