Testo di America The Pitiful

Oh pitiful for smoggy skies With amber lanes of waste With Dreadful mountain poverty's So many infants slain America, America God shed his wrath on thee No livelihood, It's just not good From sea to blackened sea Time ticks away, but still they play With plans of conquering The industry, they think they're free Toy soldiers of the damned America, America God shed his death on thee No livelihood, it's just not good From sea to blackened sea Oh Beautiful for spacious skies With amber waves of grain With purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain America, America God shed his grace on thee With crown thy hood and brotherhood From sea to shining sea