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My Old Man

アーティスト:Ewan MacColl 

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My old man was a good old man Skilled in the moulding trade In the stinking heat of the iron foundry My old man was made Down on his knees in the moulding sand He wore his trade like a company brand He was one of the cyclops' smoky band Yes, that was my old man My old man wasn't really old It's just that I was young And anybody over twelve years old Was halfway to the tomb He was loyal to his workmates all his life Gave his pay packet to his wife Had a few jars on a Saturday night Yes, that was my old man My old man was a union man Fought hard all his days He understood the system And was wise to the boss' ways He says, you want what's yours by right You have to struggle with all your might They'll rob you blind if you don't fight Yes, that was my old man My old man was a proud old man At home on the foundry floor


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