Lirik Lagu Children's Crusade - Sting
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Young men, soldiers, nineteen fourteenMarching through countries they'd never seenVirgins with rifles, a game of charadesAll for a children's crusade
Pawns in the game are not victims of chanceStrewn on the fields of Belgium and FrancePoppies for young men, death's bitter tradeAll of these young lives betrayed
The children of England would never be slavesThey're trapped on the wire and dying in wavesThe flower of England face down in the mudAnd stained in the blood of a whole generation
Corpulent generals safe behind linesHistory's lessons drowned in red winePoppies for young men, death's bitter tradeAll of those young lives betrayedAll for a children's crusade
The children of England would never be slavesThey're trapped on the wire and dying in wavesThe flower of England face down in the mudAnd stained in the blood of a whole generation
Midnight in Soho nineteen eighty fourFixing in doorways, opium slavesPoppies for young men, such bitter tradeAll of those young lives betrayedAll for a children's crusade
Pawns in the game are not victims of chanceStrewn on the fields of Belgium and FrancePoppies for young men, death's bitter tradeAll of these young lives betrayed
The children of England would never be slavesThey're trapped on the wire and dying in wavesThe flower of England face down in the mudAnd stained in the blood of a whole generation
Corpulent generals safe behind linesHistory's lessons drowned in red winePoppies for young men, death's bitter tradeAll of those young lives betrayedAll for a children's crusade
The children of England would never be slavesThey're trapped on the wire and dying in wavesThe flower of England face down in the mudAnd stained in the blood of a whole generation
Midnight in Soho nineteen eighty fourFixing in doorways, opium slavesPoppies for young men, such bitter tradeAll of those young lives betrayedAll for a children's crusade
