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sunday bloddy sunday by u2

I can't believe the news today
Oh, I can't close my eyes
And make it go away
How long?
How long must we sing this song?
How long? How long?
'Cause tonight, we can be as one
Tonight

Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
Torn apart

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

How long?
How long must we sing this song?
How long? How long?
'Cause tonight, we can be as one
Tonight, tonight

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
...Sunday, Bloody Sunday...
Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes
...Sunday, Bloody Sunday...
Sunday, Bloody Sunday...Sunday, Bloody Sunday...
Sunday, Bloody Sunday...Sunday, Bloody Sunday...

And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die

...Sunday, Bloody Sunday...

The real battle just begun
To claim the victory Jesus won
On...

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday...
 
is a great song. But it has to have to vocal qualities of Trent (or Johnny he did good too) to get the same feel of it.
 
I totally agree, not just anyone can pull off the mood of it. I would also like to add anything by Leonard Cohen or Jeff Buckley to the lyrics list!
 
One of the best songs and the best band in the world

Artist: Pink Floyd
Album: Wish You Were Here
Year: 1975
Title: Welcome To The Machine Print
Correct


Welcome, my son, welcome to the machine.
Where have you been? It's alright, we know where you've been.
You've been in the pipeline, filling in time,
provided with toys and 'Scouting for Boys'.
You bought a guitar to punish your ma,
and you didn't like school, and you know you're nobody's fool,
so welcome to the machine.

Welcome, my son, welcome to the machine.
What did you dream? It's alright, we told you what to dream.
You dreamed of a big star, he played a mean guitar,
he always ate in the Steak Bar, he loved to drive in his Jaguar.
So welcome to the machine.
 
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