Текст песни
Them that's got shall have, Them that's not shall lose. So the barber said, And it's still his news. Mama may have, Papa may have. God bless the child that's got his own. That's got his own. Is the strong get more While the weak one faint? Empty pockets don't ever Make the dream. Mama may have, Papa may have. God bless the child that's got his own. That's got his own. Money, You've got a lot of friends. They crowded 'round your Door. And When you're gone And spending ends, They don't come anymore. Rich relations give Cross their bread and such. You can help yourself, But don't take too much. Mama May Have, papa have. God bless the child that's got his own. That's got his own. Oh, money, You've got a lot of Friends. They crowd around Your door. And when you're gone and Spending ends, They Never come Anymore. Rich relations give Cross their bread and such. You can help yourself, But don't take too much. Mama may have, Papa may have. God bless the child that's got his own. That got his Own, He Just don't worry 'bout a thing 'cause he's got his own.
Лариса Долина, Игорь Бутман — God Bless The Child Ижевск
«God Bless The Child Ижевск» — Лариса Долина, Игорь Бутман. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 5:13. Жанр — Поп.
