Desmond Dekker & The Aces - Israelites | Текст песни

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Get up in the morning, slaving for bread,
So that every mouth can be fed.
Poor-oor, the Israelites.

Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir,
So that every mouth can be fed.
Poor-oor, the Israelites.

My wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me.
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen.
Poor-oor, the Israelites.

Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone.
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde.
Poor-oor, the Israelites.

After a storm there must be a calm.
They catch me in the farm, you sound your alarm.
Poor-oor, a poor, a poor, the Israelites.

I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir,
So that every mouth can be fed.
Poor-oor, a poor, the Israelites, sir.

My wife and my kids, they are pack up and leave me.
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen.
Poor-oor, a poor, the Israelites, sir.

Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone.
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde.
Poor-oor, a poor, a poor, the Israelites, sir.

After a storm there must be a calm.
They catch me in the farm, you sound your alarm.
Poor-oor, the Israelites.

A poor, a poor, a poor, a poor, the Israelites.
I wonder who I'm working for.
A poor, a poor, a poor, a poor, the Israelites.
I look a-down and out, sir.
Poor, a poor, a poor, oh a poor, the Israelites.

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