Rudes Tempos (Rude Boys)
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Rudes Tempos (Rude Boys)
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Em Trenchtown
A noite chama
Mais uma briga
Pelas ruas suburbanas
Mas não há motivos
Para desanimar
Tudo se resolve
Em boas doses de Ska!
Rude Boys!
Fazendo o som
Bebendo com os amigos
E arrumando confusão!
De Kingston a Brixton
Levando um som
Bebendo com os amigos
E curtindo futebol
Em Trenchtown
Londres os chama
Uma nova chance
Pelas ruas suburbanas
Mas não há motivos
Para desanimar
Tudo se resolve
Em boas doses de Ska!
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