My friend your English is absolutely fine:) hope you're doing well my man

Will Varley and The Proclaimers. That's a gig I'd love to see.

He's supporting the dead south on their UK tour next month 😍

what? hahaha

Am and C xddd Capo on second fret

Bang' goes the big bang in the darkness and thunder Adam and Eve were strands of bacteria Blind we crawled with the birds and the bees Few years on we climbed down from the trees And were standin' in Africa, lookin' at the sky Saying "Why we're here? What happens when we die?" We used God as a word for the things we can't see Now put on some clothes and let's wait for TV Well it doesn't take long till we're painting caves Makin' some men kings and other men slaves Sayin' "God is our reason and God is our leader God spoke to me and he told me to kill ya." We spread like a virus to every dark corner Greeks and romans are layin' down borders The slaves and the soldiers, the queens and the kings Wherever they were, they all used to sing: Birth, death, weddings and wars That's all we are good for If all of the past was played as a song Our lives are a beat of the drum Invading, enslaving, then trading the plunder Tobaco and opium, tea leaves and sugar Empires built with the bones of the slaughtered A barrel of booze in return for your daughters and Birth, death, weddings and wars Naissance, décès, mariage et guerre Above the same earth, beneath the same stars You can't hide the beast that we are Well by the dark ages we're gettin' into guns Still fightin' over god and who's got the right ones Still singin' and dancin', now we're paintin' on canvas Pasting the time with our sex and our violence The west gets rich, it strangles the earth Romeo and Juliet can't make it work Factories, A-Bombs and Flying-Machines Finally someone invents the TV And it's birth, death, weddings and wars Naissance, décès, mariage et guerre Above the same earth, beneath the same stars You can't hide the beast that we are Instead of hunting now we go to Tescos Instead of talking now we wear headphones Instead of mountains we're heading for Mars Instead of God we have credit cards And we're still here two thousand and somethin' No peace, economy is crashing Singin' and dancin' and looking at the sky, sayin' "Why are we here? What happens when we die?" Singing birth, death, weddings and wars That's all we're good for If all of the past was played as a song Then our lives are a beat of the drum Then our lives are a beat of the drum

@@jeremias8185 great, thank you ) I didn't get there are french words ) great song !

Burak Ulgr you sir is right. music has no language. holy cow, i just realized while i am writing this... i can write in english.

Muzaffer YESILCE You are right too sir. I just realized that i can read english perfectly. Holy mother of god...

+Ryseen u re right sir. i just realize that i can think in english.

+Furkan Dinçer Guys we are right... resmen işsiz adamlarız.

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