ฟังเพลงThe Israelites

Get up in the morning slaving for bread sir

So that every mouth can be fed

Poor me the Israelite

Get up in the morning slaving for bread sir

So that every mouth can be fed

Poor me the Israelite

My wife and my kids

They are packed up and leave me

Darling she said I was yours to be seen

Poor me the Israelite

Shirt them a-tear up trousers are gone

I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde

Poor me the Israelite

After a storm there must be a calm

They catch me in the farm

You sound the alarm

Poor me the Israelite

Get up in the morning slaving for bread sir

So that every mouth can be fed

Poor me the Israelite

My wife and my kids

They are packed up and leave me

Darling she said I was yours to be seen

Poor me the Israelite

Shirt them a-tear up trousers are gone

I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde

Poor me the Israelite

After a storm there must be a calm

They catch me in the farm

You sound your alarm

Poor me the Israelite

Poor me the Israelite