اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Every cloud has a nuclear lining
The dark sky in the East
Those without a shelter, whining
At the face of the beast
Red sky at night
Is now no ones delight
Get ready for the feast
While the poor count their blessings
And the rich count their money
