paroles de chanson God Bless the Child - Billie Holiday

And I'll like to try and do for you a little song that I wrote
It's titled "God Bless the Child"

Them that's got shall have
Them that's not shall lose
So the bible said and it still it's news

Mama may have, papa may have
But God blessed the child that's got his own
That's got his own

Yes, the strong get smart
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't ever make the grade

Mama may have, papa may have
But God blessed the child that's got his own
That's got his own

Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowding 'round your door
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 blessed the child that's got his own
That's got his own

He just don't worry 'bout nothing
'Cause he's got his own

Thank you
Thank you very much