on your bell, The future looks black as before And the sun never shines, the sun never shines on the poor Now some of the people are poor in the purse
Překlad: Thompson, Richard. Slunce nikdy nezasvítí na chudé.
leans on your bell, The future looks black as before And the sun never shines, the sun never shines on the poor Now some of the people are poor in the