paroles de chanson God Bless the Child - Rebecca Ferguson

Them that's got shall have
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

Money, you've got lots of friends
See them crowding around, around your door
But when you're gone and the spending ends
They won't come to you no more

Rich relations give crusts of bread and such
You can help yourself, just don't take too much

'Cause 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
See them crowding around around your door
But when you're gone and spending ends
They won't come to you no more

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

But God bless the child
God bless the child
God bless the child
God bless the child
That's got his own
God bless the child
That's got his own
That's got his own