Paroles de The Ballad Of Sacco And Vanzetti

Father - yes, I am a prisoner Fear not, to relate my crime The crime is loving the forsaken Only silence is shame Blessed are the persecuted And blessed are the pure in heart Blessed are the merciful Blessed are the ones who mourn "Give to me your tired and your poor Your huddled masses, yearning to be free The wretched refuge of your teeming shore Send these, the homeless" * - send this task to me And now I'll tell you What's against us And aught that's lived for centuries Go through the years And you will find What's blackened all Of the history Father, yes I am a prisoner Only silence is... Shame