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Video Karaoke Tobacco Island - Flogging Molly

Este tema es una versión de Tobacco Island, que popularizó Flogging Molly

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Tempo: variable (alrededor de 148 BPM)

Tonalidad idéntica al original: SI♭

Duración: 05:17 - Escuchar en: 01:30

Fecha de publicación: 2004
Géneros: Céltico, Punk, Rock, En inglés
Compositor original: Bridget A Regan, Robert Anthony Schmidt, David R King, George Edward Schwindt, Dennis Casey, Nathen Maxwell, Matthew A Hensley

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Letra Tobacco Island

All to hell we must sail for the Shores of sweet Barbados
Where the sugar cane grows taller than the God we once believed in
The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in
Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island
'Twas sixteen fifty-nine
Forgotten now for sure
They dragged us from our homeland with the musket and their gun
Cromwell and his roundheads battered all we knew
Shackled hopes of freedom
We're now but stolen goods
Darken the horizon
Blackened from the sun
This rotten cage of Bridgetown is where I now belong
All to hell we must sail for the Shores of sweet Barbados
Where the sugar cane grows taller than the God we once believed in
The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in
Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island
Red leg down a peg
Blistered burns the soul
The floggings they're a plenty but reasons there are none
Our backs belong to landlords where branded is there name
Paid for with ten shillings
Cheap labor never breaks
The silver moon is shinin'
Cools the copper blood
Where the livin' meet the dead and together dance as one
All to hell we must sail for the Shores of sweet Barbados
Where the sugar cane grows taller than the God we once believed in
The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in
Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island
Agony
Will you cleanse this misery
For it's never again I'll breathe the air of home
From this sandy edge the rollin' sea breaks my revenge
With each whisper a thousand waves
I hear roar
I'm comin' home
Ha ha ha ha
Dark is the horizon
Blackened by the sun
This rotten cage of Bridgetown is where I now belong yeah
All to hell we must sail for the Shores of sweet Barbados
Where the sugar cane grows taller than the God we once believed in
The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in
Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island
All to hell we must sail for the Shores of sweet Barbados
Where the sugar cane grows taller than the God we once believed in
The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in
Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island
Yee hee hee hee
Ow

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