Текст песни Fitzgerald Patrik - Gifts And Telegrams
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Small wooden building,on a road in the middle of nowhere;trees catch fire,quite close by,the sun bleaches your bones.cattle grazing,cattle bells ring,the sound of choirs gathering,their teaching everyoneto sing alongwith queen victoria`s hymns of praise.Small wooden building,where another one recieves the cane,another one can`t add 2 and 2,yet,another one can`t quite spell his name.the missionary laughs;some children laugh,some children cry,they run along,behind his moped,whistling and waving him goodbye,goodbye..goodbye..goodbye...Large concrete building,now,we send them more incentives,we send them gifts,and telegrams,saying `do come to england`we`ll meet you at the airport,we`ll greet you at the quay,with promise of a job,a house,food and education.