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|  | Текст (слова) песни: David Bowie -  Little Bombardier
 War made him a soldier
 
 Little frankie mear
 
 Peace left him a loser
 
 The little bombardier
 
 Lines of worry appeared with age
 
 Unskilled hands that knew no trade
 
 Spent his time in the picture house
 
 The little bombardier
 
 Frankie drank his money
 
 The little that he made
 
 Told his woes to no man
 
 Friendless, lonely days
 
 Then one day, in the abc
 
 Four bright eyes gazed longingly
 
 At the ice-cream in the hand of
 
 The little bombardier
 
 Sunshine entered our frankies days
 
 Gone his worries, his hopeless maze
 
 His life was fun and his heart was full of joy
 
 Two young children had changed his aims
 
 He gave them toffees and played their games
 
 He brought them presents with every coin he made
 
 Then two gentlemen called on him
 
 Asked him for his name
 
 Why was he friends with the children
 
 Were they just a game?
 
 Leave them alone or well get sore
 
 Weve had blokes like you in the station before
 
 The hand of authority said "no more"
 
 To the little bombardier
 
 Packed his bags, his heart in pain
 
 Wiped a tear and caught a train
 
 Not to be seen in the town again
 
 The little bombardier
 
 
    
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