The Clash Sean Flynn текст песни, слова песни Sean Flynn The Clash
The Clash - Sean Flynn
The drums of war
when the past
Was a closing door
The drums beat into the jungle floor
CHORUS
The past was just a closing door
Closing door
Rain on the leaves
soldier sing
You never, never hear anything
They filled the sky with a tropical storm.
CHORUS
You know he head the drums of war
Each man knows what he's looking for
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