Представляем точный текст композиции "Word Game" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Stephen Stills . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Word Game» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Stephen Stills передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Stephen Stills - "Word Game"
Lyrics to Word Game : Would you knock a man down if you dont like the cut of his clothes Could you put a man away if you dont want to hear what he knows Well its happening right here people dying of fear by the droves And I know most of you Either dont believe its true, Or else you dont know what to do Or maybe Im singing about you, Who knows. Its incredibly sick, you can feel it, as across the land it flows Prejudice is slick when its a word game, it festers and grows, Move along quick, it furthers one to have somewhere to go You can feel it as its rumblin Let emotions keep a tumblin Then as cities start to crumblin Mostly empty bellies grumblin Here we go People see somebody different fear is the first reaction shown Then they think theyve got him licked the barbaric hunt begins and they move in slow A human spirit is devoured the remains left to carrion crow I was told that life is change And yet history remains, Does it always stay the same Do we shrug it off and say Only God knows By and by, somebody usually goes down to the ghetto Try and help but they dont know why folks treat them cold And the rich keep getting richer and the rest of us just keep getting old. You see one must have a mission In order to be a good Christian If you dont you will be missing High Mass or the evening show And the well fed masters reap the harvests of the polluted seeds theyve sown, Smug and self-righteous they bitch about people they owe, And you cant prove them wrong, theyre so God damn sure they know I have seen these things with my very own eyes and defended my battered soul, It must be too tough to die, American propaganda, South African lies Will not force me to take up arms, thats my enemies pride, Ands I wont fight by his rules thats foolishness besides, His ignorance is gonna do him in and nobodys gonna cry, Because his children they are growing up and plainly tired of putting up With bigots and their silver cups Theyre fed up, they might throw up On you [ Word Game Lyrics ]
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