Letra de Three lions

It´s coming home,
It´s coming home,
It´s coming,
Football´s coming home...
Everyone seems to know the score,
They´ve seen it all before,
They just know,
They´re so sure,
That England´s Gonna throw it away,
Gonna blow it away,
But know they can play,
´Cause I remember...
Three Lions on a shirt,
Jules Rimet still gleaming,
Thirty years of hurt,
Never stopped me dreaming.
So many jokes, so many sneers,
But all those oh-so-nears,
Wear you down,
Through the years,
But I still see that tackle by Moore,
And when Linekar scored,
Bobby belting the ball,
And Nobby Dancing...
Three Lions on a shirt,
Jules Rimet still gleaming,
Thirty years of hurt,
Never stopped me dreaming.
It´s coming...
Three Lions...