Earl Carpenter, Alfie Boe - The Bishop | Текст песни

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• Earl Carpenter, Alfie Boe
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~Bishop~
Come in sir for you are weary
And the night is cold out there
Though our lives are very humble
What we have we have to share
There is wine here to revive you
There is bread to make you strong
There's a bed to rest till morning
Rest from pain and rest from wrong

~Valjean~
Let me eat my fill
I have my lying share
The silver in his hand cost twice what I had earned
He knows those nineteen years that lifetime of despair
And yet he trusted me
The old fool trusted me
He'd done his bit of good
I played the grateful sir and thanked him like I should
But when the house was still
I got up in the night
Took the silver
Took my flight!!

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