I Hear the Bombs Mama
I hear the bombs Mama lets run
no son we must stay put its our house
I hear them coming closer Mama
lets hide
Hiding is for cowards Myla, (soldier)
be a good boy, pick up the gun
They are here Mama lets pray,
(son), Myla ...lets
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