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Chris Difford
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Battersea Boys
Our parents would treat us with carrots and sticks Just two alcoholics up to their old tricks Mum played piano and loved Gracie Fields She would have been famous but we dragged at her heels
Our dad was a big man unshaven and strong He loved to hear Gracie as she sang her song The pub on a Sunday was where she would sing And we'd play outside 'til the last bell would ring
My brother was gifted he had a great voice Not like the other young Battersea Boys
He knew every opera and sang in the street And with Sally's Army he'd play tambourine My dad couldn't take it he called him a ppf For singing Puccini so misunderstood
When he was just fourteen my brother was sent To the Salvation Army to live with his friends My mum hit the bottle as her son left home 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 She stood in our kitchen and cried all alone
My brother was gifted he had a great voice Not like the other young Battersea Boys
He studied his music and we kept inn touch We still have that old stream of brotherly love He sings for his supper, still wants to be A voice on the big stage with his own CD
Our parents are long gone cold in the ground I served time in prison but they weren't around I love my sweet brother his voice makes me cry We sing for forgiveness as time passes us by
My brother was gifted he had a great voice Not like the other young Battersea Boys My brother was gifted he had a great voice Not like the other young Battersea Boys
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