Mushu - Uncle Tom | Текст песни

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I Ain't got time for hanging around
People not knowing when the sun goes down
I worked so hard my nose turned brown,
sniffing people not knowing when the sun go down.

Master, Master I’ve been told
Fetch me silver, grab that gold
I worked so hard with sleeves unrolled
‘Cause I can’t pick cotton if it gets too cold
Master, I must say, you often charge more than you pay
I’d just as soon be on my way
But a Knick-Knack Whipcrack and I stay
Oh My Blisters Bleed
This ain’t the kind of work I need
I’d rather starve than slave all day
You can tax me, torture, but I won’t obey
Cause I ain’t got time for hanging around
People not knowing when the sun goes down
I worked so hard my nose turned brown,
sniffing people not knowing when the sun go down.

Ain’t no Masters, Ain’t no Gods
Let My People Go!
Ain’t no Masters, Ain’t no Gods
Let My People Go!
Ain’t no Masters, Ain’t no Gods
Let My People Go!
Take your chances, snatch the odds
Let My People Go!
If you don’t get fed, what’re you working for ?
Let My People Go!
Well I’d shine your shoes and shovel snow,
but it’s 6pm, I’ve got a life at home
Cause I ain’t got time for hanging around
People not knowing when the sun go down
I worked so hard my nose turned brown,
sniffing people not knowing when the sun go down.