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Lennon John Live In New York City

What a waste of human power What a waste of human lives, shoot the prisioners in the towers Forthy-three poor widowed wives Media blames it on the prisioners

We like to do the last number and go and recover. One, two, three, four! You ain't nothin' but a hound dog, cryin' all the time; you ain't nothin

the people Living for today... Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people Living

If you have the luck of the irish, You'd be sorry and wish you were dead You shold have the luck of the irish And you'd wish you was English instead!

Simply wonderful to be here! I just wanna tell you how great it is! Is that somebody shoutin' ringo? That was last year or four years ago! Okay! One

Welcome to the rehearsal! The next song is one of those many songs of ours that get banned. It's something yoko said to me in 1968. It took me till 1970

This is something that happens to all of us...one way or the other. One, two, a one, two, three, four! Temp'rature's risin', fever is high, can't

This is what you call an encore. Er...'cause we've done enough, you gotta be the encore too! All we are saying is give peace a chance. All we are saying

the finger on the right note! Imagine there's no heaven, it's easy if you try. No hell below us, above us only sky. Imagine all the people living for