Joys of Christmas — текст песни (Chris Rea)

I see all the tough guys still not 25

Dying on their feet

Coughing, honking, cadging cigarettes

And still out on the street

Well, they got no money, nowhere to go

Fathers of 2, 3 maybe 4, what are they gonna do

Jimmy got a busted mouth in a fight last night

He says hes ok

Going down to the workies club (thats a laugh)

To buy something strong and take the pain away



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Joys of christmas

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Flashing christmas light of police blue

Go spinning down the street

Women try to drag the men from pubs

Into the stores

And work hands in empty pockets deep

We stand outside the neon ice and wish ourselves the best

He says hes ok, out of work and fighting

Is all hes ever known

And laughs and says I worry too much anyway



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Joys of christmas

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Lets drink to the likes of jim

Before we all go insane

And please dont ask me why

Itll take too long to explain

Joys of christmas