[00:00.00] 作词 : O CONNOR SINEAD MARIE BERNARDE
[00:01.00] 作曲 : O CONNOR SINEAD MARIE BERNARDE
[00:02.58]Black Boys On Mopeds
[00:03.58]Sinead O'Connor
[00:04.58]I Do Not Want What I Haven't Got
[00:05.58]1990
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[00:14.60]Margareth Thatcher on TV
[00:19.51]Shocked by the deaths that took place in Beijing
[00:27.40]It seems strange that she should be offended
[00:34.28]The same orders are given by her
[00:41.00]
[00:42.90]I've said this before now
[00:47.17]You said I was childish and you'll say it now
[00:57.00]"Remember what I told you
[01:03.20]If they hated me they will hate you"
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[01:11.65]England's not the mythical land of Madame George and Roses
[01:20.43]It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
[01:27.64]And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving
[01:34.44]I don't want him to be aware that there's any such thing as grieving
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[01:45.17]Young mother down at Smithfield
[01:49.91]5 AM looking for food for her kids
[01:57.93]In her arms she holds three cold babies
[02:04.85]And the first word that they learned was "please"
[02:14.57]
[02:17.05]These are dangerous days
[02:21.61]To say what you feel is to dig your own grave
[02:31.05]"Remember what I told you
[02:36.56]If you were of the world they would love you"
[02:43.88]
[02:45.45]England's not the mythical land of Madame George and Roses
[02:54.31]It's the home of police who kill blacks boys on mopeds
[03:01.60]And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving
[03:08.38]I don't want him to be aware that there's any such thing as grieving

作词 : O CONNOR SINEAD MARIE BERNARDE
作曲 : O CONNOR SINEAD MARIE BERNARDE
Black Boys On Mopeds
Sinead O'Connor
I Do Not Want What I Haven't Got
1990


Margareth Thatcher on TV
Shocked by the deaths that took place in Beijing
It seems strange that she should be offended
The same orders are given by her
I've said this before now
You said I was childish and you'll say it now
"Remember what I told you
If they hated me they will hate you"
England's not the mythical land of Madame George and Roses
It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving
I don't want him to be aware that there's any such thing as grieving
Young mother down at Smithfield
5 AM looking for food for her kids
In her arms she holds three cold babies
And the first word that they learned was "please"
These are dangerous days
To say what you feel is to dig your own grave
"Remember what I told you
If you were of the world they would love you"
England's not the mythical land of Madame George and Roses
It's the home of police who kill blacks boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving
I don't want him to be aware that there's any such thing as grieving