You can get it if you really want

You can get it if you really want,
You can get it if you really want,
You can get it if you really want,
but you must try, try and try,
try and try,
you'll succeed at last.

Persecution you must bear,
win or lose, you got to get your share,
You've got your mind set on a dream,
you can get it, though hard it may seem, now.

Refrain

I know it - listen
Rome was not built in a day,
Opposition will come your way,
but the harder the battle you see,
it's the sweeter the victory, now.

Jimmy Cliff

Know your enemy

Shut up and row

Oh Lord you've got the megatons,

Your hatchet men ride 'round with guns

The money flows, the girls are young
Your slaves row fast into the sun

And you say,
Shut up and row you stupid fucks,

Shut up and row

row, row, row

East River Pipe

Shut Up and Row

Estafados global y totalmente

Es-ta-fa

Dos por una

Esto es una ES-TA-FA

Todos a una

Esto es una ES-TA-FA

ES-TA-FA-TAL

Barcelona ES-TA-FA-TAL

La cosa ES-TA-FA-TAL

La tele ES-TA-FA-TAL

La moda ES-TA-FA-TAL
La gente ES-TA-FA-TAL

El mundo ES-TA-FA-TAL

España ES-TA-FA-TAL

La música... ¡¡ESTÁ FATAL!!

ES-TA-FA

Dos por una

Esto es una ES-TA-FA

Todos a una

Esto es una ES-TA-FA

Hidrogenesse

El resarcimiento de los daños y perjuicios al alma

Who'll pay reparations on my soul?

Many suggestions
And documents written.
Many directions
For the end that was given.
They gave us
Pieces of silver and pieces of gold.
Tell me, Who’ll pay reparations on my soul?

Many fine speeches (oh yeah)
From the White House desk (uh huh)
Written on the cue cards
That were never really there. Yes,
But the heat and the summer were there
And the freezing winter’s cold. Now
Tell me, Who’ll pay reparations on my soul?

Call my brother a junkie 'cause he ain’t got no job (no job, no job).
Told my old man to leave me when times got hard (so hard).
Told my mother she got to carry me all by herself.
And now that I want to be a man (be a man)
who can depend on no one else (oh yeah).
What about the red man
Who met you at the coast?
You never dig sharing;
Always had to have the most.
And what about Mississippi,
The boundary of old?
Tell me, Who’ll pay reparations on my soul?

Many fine speeches (oh yeah)
From the White House desk (uh huh)
Written on the cue cards
That were never really there. Yes,
But the heat and the summer were there
And the freezing winter’s cold.
Tell me, Who’ll pay reparations on my soul?
Who’ll pay reparations,
‘Cause I don’t dig segregation, but I
can’t get integration
I got to take it to the United Nations,
Someone to help me away from this nation.
Tell me, Who’ll pay reparations on my soul?

Gill Scott-Heron