God Bless The Child 歌詞

Um, can you hear me in the booth? Loud and clear, Lisa Oh, good Thank you, sir, for letting me be in a real studio It's a genuine thrill, sir Could I trouble you with one request? Sure thing No synthetic sound, please I want all live musicians 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 get more While the weak ones fade Empty pockets don't They never make the grade Mama may have Papa may have But God bless the child That's got his own That's got his own When you've got money You've got lots of friends Crowding round the door But when it's gone And all spending ends Oh, they don't come round no more Rich relations give Crust of bread and such You can help yourself But don't take too much Mama may have Papa may have God bless the child That's got his own That's got his own Well, that was lovely, Miss Lisa Very soulful Thank you, Mr. Murphy Now, let's play a lil' blues