اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The boilers gone all wrong,
The linesman like to smoke and lets the train keep going,
Lets the train keep rolling
And when it floats away,
That bridge was never safe whats all the town folks say,
Now the towns folk pray
That we, will rise on up to the sky,
Rest in the gaze of the lord on high,
There ain't no lord on high
She likes to eat the skin, to fall in love with angels of the morning,
Sings a while
While we, will rise on up to the sky,
Rest in the gaze of the lord on high,
There ain't no lord on high
And we, will rise on up to the sky,
Rest in the gaze of the lord on high,
There ain't no lord on high
