Chord Gitar dan Lirik Lagu African Nights Oleh Barclay James Harvest

Through the eyes of a child

There’s no wrong or right
No reason to hate

No need for a fight
No color, no creed
No malice, no greed
Till the child becomes a man

Give up your freedom
Hand back your rights
Then change your color now
You’re black not white
And there’ll never be a piece of the action
Now you’re an African

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VERSE 2

Forget beliefs and swallow your pain
You’re just a number now
And Boy’s your name
And you’ll never get a piece of the action
Now you’re a working man

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PRE CHORUS

African, Asian, it’s all the same
Brown, black, Caucasian
It’s all the same
Slave labor, working class
What’s in a name
Far left, far right, center
It’s power they crave

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CHORUS

The politics of Apartheid
The politics of shame
The cold abuse of human rights
Of torture and of pain
Are only part of the action
When you’re an African
The politics of making more
The politics of greed
The cold abuse of poverty
To keep your labor cheap
Are only part of the action
When you’re a working man

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PRE CHORUS

African, Asian, it’s all the same
Brown, black, Caucasian
It’s all the same
Slave labor, working class
What’s in a name
Far left, far right, center
Far left, far right, center
Far left, far right, center
It’s power they crave

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SOLO

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CHORUS

The politics of buying arms

When there’s no food to eat
The politics of digging gold

Instead of planting seeds
The leader with his private golf course

And his flashy cars
Sits playing with his diamond wrist watch

While the people starve
The politics of shooting down

A plane that brings relief
By fat men playing power games

Who’ve got enough to eat
The politics of racial hate

The politics of war
The men who sell the guns have fun

While we all count the score

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BRIDGE

One, two, three, four
Thousands, millions
People dying just to keep
Them in the action

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VERSE 3

Through the eyes of a man
There’s wrong and there’s right
A reason to hate

There’s need for a fight
There’s color, there’s creed
There’s malice, there’s greed
When the child becomes a man