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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z  Текст (слова) песни: Jamiroquai - The KidsWritten by Jay Kay and Toby Smith Now were getting nasty Everybody is talking about the kids The kids have funky soul and groove emotion But if you dont give the kids the chance to use it Theyre always more than likely to abuse it Kids get down, stormy weather, fifteen years of royal pleasure. Everybodys talking about the kids And its taking time for you to realise Now hunger turns to anger in your eyes I say the revolution will be televised, Yes it will Gil... Everybodys talking about the kids Kids get down, stormy weather, fifteen years of royal pleasure. Kids get down underground, evrybody dance to the funky sound. Everybodys talking about the kids The kids need space to get their heads in place And every day this world we have to face Well I just cant seem to find my proper place Kids get down, celebrate, now were gonna kick the thing we hate Everybodys talking about the kids It wont be long before we get our own And every kid can truly feel at home I told ya you should give the dog a bone. Kids get down, pressurized, to live the life that you devised Kids get down, celebrate, life is to short to complicate Everybodys talking about school But I get more pleasure breaking all the rules Cos lesson one begins with "Life is Cruel" Well I guess Im just an educated fool Everybodys talking about the kids Mom and Dad make efforts to excuse it Government officials will confuse it Members of the bench will try to prove it Youre going down sucker! Everybodys talking about the kids now Everybodys talking about the kids now The kids got funky soul Everybodys talking about high But kids get high to satisfy For reaching out to touch the sky Is all I can identify, and you know why... Kids get down, stormy weather, fifteen years of royal pleasure Kids get down celebrate, now were gonna kick the thing we hate. |
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