Bài hát Our Lady in Kharki Báo Lỗi

Our lady on the wall selling poppies for Our Boys. Our price. Our choice.

We bought one-watched Our Lady fly confetti fly the city die in flames as

Tanks spat amber at the Odeon. A soldier on the podium. One leg, a face

That's splashed with egg... a roadmap stained by cherry brandy, cracking

Jokes about The Jerry. And we snatched his helmet, pissed and blew our

Whistles with the steam. The kettle boiling, so we stamped and screamed for

China tea. Were playing Shanghai in the cloisters, sucking oysters, dipping

Fingers, finding pearls the size of avadado pears. The treasure's there - a

Shame there's nowhere left to spend it... Shall we share the powdered milk

And wait for God?