Chord Gitar Christy Moore - The Magdalene Laundries Kunci Dasar - Chords.id

Intro

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[Verse 1]
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Joanie was an unmarried girl       just turned twenty-seven
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When they sent her to the sisters because of the way men looked at her
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Branded as a jezebel she knew she was not bound for heaven
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She had been cast in shame into the Magdalene laundries
 
 
[Verse 2]
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Most girls went there pregnant      some by their own fathers
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   Bridget got her belly from the Parish Priest
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They're trying to get things as white as snow, all of those woe-begotten daughters
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In the steaming stains of the Magdalene laundries
 
 
[Bridge]
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Prostitutes and destitutes      and temptresses like Joanie
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Fallen women sentenced    into dreamless drudgery
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Why do the call this place      Our Lady Of Charity?
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Of Charity?
 
 
[Verse 3]
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These bloodless brides of Jesus if they could just once glimpse their groom
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They'd drop the stones concealed behind their rosaries
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They wilt the grass they walk upon they leech the light out of a room
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They'd like to wash those girls down the drains of The Magdalene Launderies
 
 
[Outro]
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Peg O'Connell died today. She was a cheeky girl, they stuffed her in a hole
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Surely to God you'd think at least some bells should ring
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Joanie thinks she'll die there too and that they'll tramp her in the dirt
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Like some lame bulb that never will bloom when the springtime comes
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When the springtime comes
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When the springtime comes
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When the springtime comes
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