Well, well, well, oh well Well, well, well, oh well I took my loved one out to dinner So we could get a bite to eat And though we both had been much
: What a waste of human power What a waste of human lives, shoot the prisioners in the towers Forthy-three poor widowed wives Media blames it on the
the people Living for today... Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people Living
: you got to live you got to love you got to be somebody you got to shove but it's so hard, it's really hard sometimes i feel like going down you got
: If you have the luck of the irish, You'd be sorry and wish you were dead You shold have the luck of the irish And you'd wish you was English instead
: It ain't fair, John Sinclair In the stir of breathing air Won't you care for John Sinclair? In the stair of breathing air. Let him be, set him free
: Woman is the nigger of the world Yes she is...think about it Woman is the nigger of the world Think about it...do something about it We make her paint
new york city! New york city! New york city! Que pasa, new york? Que pasa, new york? Hey! Ow! Ooh! Well, new york city, babe! New york! New york
gotta drink, you gotta do something, you gotta worry. But it's so hard, you know, it's hard, sometimes i feel like going down. You gotta live, you
: Welcome to the rehearsal! The next song is one of those many songs of ours that get banned. It's something yoko said to me in 1968. It took me till
: Simply wonderful to be here! I just wanna tell you how great it is! Is that somebody shoutin' ringo? That was last year or four years ago! Okay!
: Er... This song is another song from one of those albums i made since i left the rolling stones. And a lot of people thought it was just about my parents
s gonna get you, it's gonna knock you off your feet. You better recognise your brother, it's ev'ryone you meet. Why in the world are we here? Surely not to live
finger on the right note! Imagine there's no heaven, it's easy if you try. No hell below us, above us only sky. Imagine all the people living for today
: We like to do the last number and go and recover. One, two, three, four! You ain't nothin' but a hound dog, cryin' all the time; you ain't nothin
: This is something that happens to all of us...one way or the other. One, two, a one, two, three, four! Temp'rature's risin', fever is high, can
: We go back in the past just once. You might remember this better than i do, actually. Okay? Something about a "flat top", that's all i know. One,
: This is what you call an encore. Er...'cause we've done enough, you gotta be the encore too! All we are saying is give peace a chance. All we are
