Текст Midnight Oil – Ships Of Freedom

Jets fly low at the General Gordon Hotel at St. Peter’s
Trains are slow, but there must be some common ground between us
Factory’s cold, the first shift doesn’t break till 11:30
Streets are old, the houses clean, children seldom dirty

Don’t turn back the ships of freedom
Back to the South China Sea
Can you imagine the first taste of freedom for the refugee?

Don’t turn back the ships of freedom
Back to the South China Sea
Can you imagine the first taste of freedom for the refugee?