الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
Come from a far away land
Where strangers hold your hand
Under the stars in a horse and cart
We made the Earth our bed
They said we were mislead
But they don't know
We've got a field where love grows
And we are broken
But we're fucking beautiful
We got no money
But everything is alright, alright
We don't need money to feel alright
Cause we've got freedom
Cause we've got freedom
(We've got freedom)
I've sailed across the sea
