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God Bless The Child
- wykonawca: Billie Holiday
- album: This Is Jazz No. 15
Them that?s got shall get
Them that?s not shall lose
So the Bible says and it still is news
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that?s got his own, that?s got his own
Yes the strong get smart
While the weak ones fail
Empty pockets don?t ever make the grade
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that?s got his own, that?s got his own
Money, you?ve got lots of friends
They?re crowding around your door
But when you?re gone and spending ends
They don?t come no more
Rich relations give crusts of bread and such
You can help yourself, but don?t take too much
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that?s got his own, that?s got his own
Money you?ve got lots of friends
They?re crowding around your door
But when you?re gone and spending ends
They don?t come no more
Rich relations give crusts of bread and such
You can help yourself, but don?t take too much
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that?s got his own, that?s got his own
Here just don?t worry about nothing cause he?s got his own
Yes, he?s got his own
- album: This Is Jazz No. 15
Them that?s got shall get
Them that?s not shall lose
So the Bible says and it still is news
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that?s got his own, that?s got his own
Yes the strong get smart
While the weak ones fail
Empty pockets don?t ever make the grade
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that?s got his own, that?s got his own
Money, you?ve got lots of friends
They?re crowding around your door
But when you?re gone and spending ends
They don?t come no more
Rich relations give crusts of bread and such
You can help yourself, but don?t take too much
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that?s got his own, that?s got his own
Money you?ve got lots of friends
They?re crowding around your door
But when you?re gone and spending ends
They don?t come no more
Rich relations give crusts of bread and such
You can help yourself, but don?t take too much
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that?s got his own, that?s got his own
Here just don?t worry about nothing cause he?s got his own
Yes, he?s got his own