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ترانه و شعر با صدای Madness
Father wears his Sunday best Mother's tired, she needs a rest The kids are playing up downstairs Sister's sighing in her sleep Brother's got a date to keep He can't hang around
Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our
Our house it has a crowd There's always something happening And it's usually quite loud Our mum, she's so house-proud Nothing ever slows her down And a mess is not allowed
Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our Our house, in the middle of our street Our house (Something tells you) (That you've got to move away from it) In the middle of our
Father gets up late for work Mother has to iron his shirt Then she sends the kids to school Sees them off with a small kiss (Ah, ah, ah, ah) She's the one they're going to miss In lots of ways
Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our
I remember way back then When everything was true and when We would have such a very good time Such a fine time, such a happy time And I remember how we'd play Simply waste the day away Then we'd say nothing would come between us Two dreamers
Father wears his Sunday best Mother's tired she needs a rest The kids are playing up downstairs Sister's sighing in her sleep Brother's got a date to keep He can't hang around
Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our
Our house, was our castle and our keep Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, that was where we used to sleep Our house, in the middle of our street Our house
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