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    Rupert Hine Thursday’s Child текст песни

    Thursday’s Child

    There’s a boy of nine running down the road
    And he’s out of his mind
    Little sister fell down the stairs again
    He can’t believe in heaven anymore. Amen!
    Look from your car window
    And you’ll see this stoney sideshow
    Thursday’s child has far to go

    And here’s a teenage girl lost at the junction
    She’s out of control
    The man she loved left and dumped her, alone
    She’s just another message on his ansaphone
    All she needed was the sound of his soft hello
    She mustn’t sink so low
    Thursday’s child has far to go

    And no one taught these kids to laugh
    Old faces on tiny legs
    And no one taught these kids to cry
    They just cry
    And no one taught these kids to learn about love

    Can’t the angels save these children
    God knows, he made plenty of those
    Can’t the angels save these children
    Must they live on the edge
    Please give them a home
    Give them some hope

    And this family’s unheard shouting at the world
    Knowing no sanctuary
    Frail young mother with the glassy eyes
    Fantasizing, she’s so tranquilized
    Look down from your window
    To a dessert where nothing can grow
    Thursday’s child has far to go

    And no one taught these kids to laugh
    Old faces on tiny legs
    And no one taught these kids to cry
    They just cry



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