paroles de chanson God Bless the Child - Harry Belafonte

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 gets more
While the weak ones fade
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
Crowding 'round the door
When you're gone
And the spending ends
They don't come no more
Rich relations give
Crusts of bread and such
You can help your self
But don't take to much
Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child
Who's got his own, who's got his own

Money you've got lots of friends
Crowding 'round the door
When you're gone
And the spending ends
They don't come no more
Rich relations give
Crusts of bread and such
You can help your self
But don't take to much
Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child
Who's got his own, who's got his own