Peter Hollens & Co feat Eppic - Hamilton(Acappella) | Текст песни

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• Peter Hollens & Co feat Eppic
• Hamilton(Acappella)

How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a
Scotsman dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the
Caribbean by Providence impoverished in squalor
Grow up to be a hero and a scholar
Well the word got around they said this kid is insane man
Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland
Get your education don’t forget from whence you came
And the world’s gonna know your name, what’s ya name man?

Alexander Hamilton, we are waiting in the wings for you
You could never back down, you never learned to take your time
Oh Alexander Hamilton, America sings for you
Though they know what you overcame
Will they know you rewrote the game?
The world will never be the same]

Alexander, you’ll be back, soon you’ll see
You’ll remember you belong to me
You’ll be back, time will tell
You’ll remember that I served you well
Oceans rise, empires fall
We have seen each other through it all
And when push comes to shove
I will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love

(da da daht daht da daht da da da dai ya dah da da daht daht dai ya dah x2)

I am not throwin’ away my shot
I am not throwin’ away my shot
Ayo I’m just like my country; I’m young, scrappy, and hungry
And I’m not throwin’ away my shot
I’m a get a scholarship to King’s College
I prob’ly shouldn’t brag but dag I amaze and astonish
The problem is I got a lotta brains but no polish
I gotta holler just to be heard with every word I drop knowledge
I know the action in the street is excitin’
But Jesus between all the bleedin’ and fightin’
I been readin’ and writin’
We need to handle our financial situation
Are we a nation of states?
What’s the state of our nation?
I’m past patiently waitin’
I’m passionately smashin’ ev’ry expectation, ev’ry action’s an act of creation
I’m laughin’ in the face of casualties and sorrow
For the first time I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow

and I am not throwin’ away my shot
I am not throwin’ away my shot
Ayo I’m just like my country; I’m young, scrappy, and hungry
And I’m not throwin’ away my shot
I am not throwin’ away my shot
I am not throwin’ away my shot
Ayo it’s time to take a shot
Time to take a shot
And I am not throwin’ away my...
not throwin’ away my shot

You will come of age with our new nation
We’ll bleed and fight for you, we’ll make it right for you
If we lay a strong enough foundation
We’ll pass it on to you, we’ll give the world to you
And you’ll blow us all away
Someday, someday
Yeah you’ll blow us all away

[ain’t nobody in the room]
I wanna be in the room where it happens
The room where it happens
The room where it happens
I wanna be in the room where it happens
The room where it happens
The room where it happens
No one really knows how the game is played
The art of the trade, how the sausage gets made
We just assume that it happens
And no one else is in the room where it happens

I saved ev’ry letter you wrote me
From the moment I read them I knew you were mine
You said you were mine
I thought you were mine
Oh I can’t wait to see you again
It’s only a matter of

[Time...
Will they tell your story?
Time…
Who lives who dies who tells your story?
Time...
Will they tell your story?
Time…
Who lives who dies who tells your story?