اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Son, son, we've got to
Run away from inheritance
Son, son, I must allow
You to learn of sustenance
None of you will ever see a penny
Of my ill-begotten wealth
Stick around
You will see a rich man cry
I wish, I wish for you a lifetime of labour
Hard days make peaceful nights
None of you will ever see a penny
Of my ill-begotten wealth
Stick around
You will see a rich man cry
