letra de poverty - diana jones
poverty, poverty
empty hands and icy feet
a bed so cold i cannot sleep
in the arms of poverty
busy being born or dying
you have left your children crying
more will come to work for sure
worried, dark, sick, and poor
poverty, poverty
you have laid a hand on me
in a room so dark i cannot see
through the eyes of poverty
mother you have mourned too long
felt your sons and daughters torn
from your arms and from your home
sad and weary world to roam
poverty, poverty
day and night clever thief
our hearts are head, our streets are mean
in the throes of poverty
we arе hungry through and through
lonesome like wе never knew
doing things we would not do
if it had not been for you
poverty, poverty
how much longer will it be
loose the chains and set us free
from the grip of poverty
poverty, poverty
empty hands and icy feet
a bed so cold i cannot sleep
in the arms of poverty
letras aleatórias
- letra de the skies are burning - keenan
- letra de step into the dark - painface
- letra de sjel - simon moholt
- letra de shame - emma bale
- letra de crushed - the brian jonestown massacre
- letra de days like diamonds - beat radio
- letra de esprit - jeunesse
- letra de just wanna beloved - johnée
- letra de thedevilsroom - ✦pink cig✦
- letra de get with you - lil lonnie