I’m spending my nights at the flophouse,I’m spending my days on the street,I’m looking for work and I find none,I’wish I had something to eat.Soup, soupthey give me a bowl of soup,soup, soup,they give me a bowl of soup. Od mladih nog bil sem v...
As we go marching, marching, in the beauty of the day, A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray, Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses, For the people hear us singing: Bread and Roses! Bread and Roses! As we go marching,...
