The Wall

Written by：H. Howard/Don Law/Frank Jones

There's a lot of strange men in cell block ten

But the strangest of them all

Was a friend of mine who spent his time

Staring at the wall

Staring at the wall

And as I'm always know

That is gel had broad

And blues cram not bel

Was very theme gel ripen stolen ful

Name her oneday

Name her oneday

As he looked at that wall so strong and tall

I could hear him softly curse nobody at all

Ever climbed that wall but I'm gona be the first

I'm gona be the first

On the warden came by and said son don't try

I'd hate to see you fall

For there is no doubt they'll carry you out

If you ever touch that wall

If you ever touch that wall

Well a years gone by since he made his try

But I can still recall

How hard he tried and the way he died

But he never made that wall

He never made that wall

There's never been a man ever shook this can

But I know a man who tried

The newspapers called it a jail break plan

But I know it was suicide

I know it was suicide