VFSix - President Of USA | Текст песни

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Hey little boy
Don't u cry
Ur eyes are sad
Ur life is hard
You work every day till the sun goes down
Your father’s back in scars from whips
Your mothers’ fingers bleed from cotton
Every Sunday you go to church together
And you pray ask God for the cotton fields to just be a short part of your long life

As only in one hundred years
Your grandson will become the president of the USA
And one million people will gather in gigantic square
And one million voices will unite to say
"You are the president the USA"