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UB40 - Sins of the Fathers
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
UB40
UB40
Interprète
Laurence Parry
Laurence Parry
Trompette
Martin Meredith
Martin Meredith
Saxophone alto
Brian Travers
Brian Travers
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Brian Travers
Brian Travers
Composition
Ali Campbell
Ali Campbell
Composition
Robin Campbell
Robin Campbell
Composition
Earl Falconer
Earl Falconer
Composition
Norman Hassan
Norman Hassan
Composition
Michael Virtue
Michael Virtue
Composition
Brown Jim (Gb 2)
Brown Jim (Gb 2)
Composition
Terence Wilson
Terence Wilson
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
UB40
UB40
Production
Dan Sprigg
Dan Sprigg
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jamie Travers
Jamie Travers
Ingénierie de prise de son
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Once upon a time And not so long ago When things were much more simple And time would travel slow There came a righteous stranger With a bible in his hand To educate the sinners And liberate their land The sins of the fathers Are visited from old In a never ending circle Of people bought and sold So the wretched of the earth Will huddle from the cold As the ship of fools goes sailing On an ocean black as gold So come and sit beside me And let my tale unfold Of a land of milk and honey Where the truth must not be told As men of rhyme and reason Let the devil take their soul For greed and fame and fortune And a river black as gold The sins of the fathers Are visited from old In a never ending circle Of people bought and sold So the wretched of the earth Will huddle from the cold As the ship of fools goes sailing On an ocean black as gold And all the non-believers Were hiding from the light As a thousand burning crosses Were scattered in the night The theives and the vagabonds Were sinking in the sand As the righteous lord and master Stretches out a helping hand The sins of the fathers Are visited from old In a never ending circle Of people bought and sold So the wretched of the earth Will huddle from the cold As the ship of fools goes sailing On an ocean black as gold And those who had to suffer The sick, the young, the old Were sacrificed to fortune And left out in the cold So in this new arrangement The leaders sold their souls For bangles, beads and baubles And a river black as gold The sins of the fathers Are visited from old In a never ending circle Of people bought and sold So the wretched of the earth Will huddle from the cold As the ship of fools goes sailing On an ocean black as gold The sins of the fathers Are visited from old In a never ending circle Of people bought and sold So the wretched of the earth Will huddle from the cold As the ship of fools goes sailing On an ocean black as gold
Writer(s): Terrence Oswald Wilson, Brian Travers, Jim Brown, Norman Hassan, Ali Campbell, Earl Falconer, Michael Virtue, Robin Campbell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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