paroles de chanson God Bless the Child (Remastered) - Aretha Franklin

Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose
For the Bible says
And it still is news

Momma may have
Poppa may have
God bless the child
That's got his own
That's got his own

Well, the strong gets more
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't
Ever make the grade, no no

Momma may have
Poppa may have
But God bless the child
That can stand up anywhere and say
I've got my own, ooh

When you've got money
You've got lots of friends
Crowdin' 'round the door
And when that money's gone
And all of the spendin' ends
Oh, don't you know they ain't comin' 'round anymore

Now rich realations will give you
A crust of bread and such
Now you can help yourself
Oh, but don't take, don't take too much, no no, ooh

Momma may have
And Poppa may have
But God bless the child
Is always the child
Let him say I've got my own
Ooh, I've got my own