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God Bless the Child by The Beautiful Southالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

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Those that's got shall get
Those that's not shall lose
So the bible said and it still is true
Mama may have
Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Well the strong seem to get 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
And when you got money
You got lots of friends
Crawling round your door
When the money's gone
And all your spending ends
They won't be around no more
Rich relations may give you
A crust of bread and such
You can help yourself but 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
When you got money
You got lots of friends
Crawling round your door
When the money's gone
And all your spending ends
They won't be around no more
Rich relations may give you
A crust of bread and such
You can help yourself but don't take too much
Mama may have
Papa may have
But God bless the child who can turn round and say
I've got my own

Writer : HOLIDAY, JIMMY
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, CARLIN AMERICA INC

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