A Few Bags Of Grain کے بول

After twelve years of feeding Days spent barely breathing I’m worth only a few bags of grain Oh the shame, the shame, the shame So I’ll take me beating Never once complaining Oh the shame, oh the shame, the shame After sixteen years hard labour He bumped into a neighbour Who told him about a world gone insane He said, “I cannot stress any stronger But you cannot rest on your honour” The shame, the shame, the shame She leaves her there sleeping Hoping that she’s dreaming About a life worth more than a few bags of grain Oh the shame, oh the shame, the shame But my spirit will live on My daughter you will not claim My spirit will live on My spirit you can not claim My daughter you will not claim Can not claim You can not claim