Lirik Lagu The Ghosts Of Cable Street - The Men They Couldn't Hang
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England, 1936.The grip of the Sabbath dayIn London town the only soundIs a whisper in an alleywayMen put on their gloves and bootsHave a smoke before they goFrom the west there is a warning ofA wind about to blow
Like Caesar marching to the EastMarches Mosley with his menDressed in their clothes of deepest blackLike a gathering hurricaneThis is the British UnionWith its flag of black and redA flag that casts a shadow inBerlin and in Madrid
So listen to the sound of marching feetAnd the voices of the ghosts of Cable StreetFists and stones and batons and the gunWith courage we shall beat those blackshirts down
So mile by mile they come on downTo a place called Cable StreetAnd other men are waiting therePreparations are completeMosley comes so closeThey now can see his outstretched armA hand raised up that wayNever took the future in its palm
Listen to the sound of marching feetAnd the voices of the ghosts of Cable StreetFists and stones and batons and the gunWith courage we shall beat those blackshirts down
The battle broke as the fists and the batons fellThrough the barricades came the sound of the wounded yellsJack Spot burst through with a chair leg made of leadBrought down a crashing blow on Mosley's head
And so we learn from history generations have to fightAnd those who crave for masteryMust be faced down on sightAnd if that means by words, by fists, by stones or by the gun
Remember those who stood up forTheir daughters and their sons
Listen to the sound of marching feetAnd the voices of the ghosts of Cable StreetFists and stones and batons and the gunWith courage we shall beat those blackshirts down
Listen to the sound of marching feetAnd the voices of the ghosts of Cable StreetFists and stones and batons and the gunWith courage we shall beat those blacksh
Like Caesar marching to the EastMarches Mosley with his menDressed in their clothes of deepest blackLike a gathering hurricaneThis is the British UnionWith its flag of black and redA flag that casts a shadow inBerlin and in Madrid
So listen to the sound of marching feetAnd the voices of the ghosts of Cable StreetFists and stones and batons and the gunWith courage we shall beat those blackshirts down
So mile by mile they come on downTo a place called Cable StreetAnd other men are waiting therePreparations are completeMosley comes so closeThey now can see his outstretched armA hand raised up that wayNever took the future in its palm
Listen to the sound of marching feetAnd the voices of the ghosts of Cable StreetFists and stones and batons and the gunWith courage we shall beat those blackshirts down
The battle broke as the fists and the batons fellThrough the barricades came the sound of the wounded yellsJack Spot burst through with a chair leg made of leadBrought down a crashing blow on Mosley's head
And so we learn from history generations have to fightAnd those who crave for masteryMust be faced down on sightAnd if that means by words, by fists, by stones or by the gun
Remember those who stood up forTheir daughters and their sons
Listen to the sound of marching feetAnd the voices of the ghosts of Cable StreetFists and stones and batons and the gunWith courage we shall beat those blackshirts down
Listen to the sound of marching feetAnd the voices of the ghosts of Cable StreetFists and stones and batons and the gunWith courage we shall beat those blacksh
