Текст песни The Barclay James Harvest - Mill Boys
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Sky was black, Lord, rain came pouring downNumber 12 bus shuffling down Shaw Road wayMules keep spinning, black-faced lifers peck the groundSun comes up like lightning over Tandle Hills grey We are mill boys, stuck on the hill boysStuck in the mill boys, `till our dying dayWe are mill boys, stuck on the hill boysStuck in the mill boys, `till our dying dayCotton mill will get you, boy, she`ll take you to your graveTell you boy to use your head, apprentice out your daysYou`ll end up a nothing, buy, with cotton as your tradeSun comes up like lightning over Tandle Hills grey We are mill boys, stuck on the hill boysStuck in the mill boys, `till our dying dayWe are mill boys, stuck on the hill boysStuck in the mill boys, `till our dying dayIt`s easy to see a poor boy`s bluesWhen he`s working every dayIt`s harder to be there in his shoesHe was born to be that way