Them that's got shall get Them that's not shall lose So the Bible says and it still is news, oh Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child That's got his own Yes the strong get smart While the weak ones fade Empty pockets don't ever make the grade, oh Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child That's got his own Money, you've got lots of friends Crowding 'round the door When you're gone and spending ends They don't come 'round no more Rich relations give crusts of bread and such You can help yourself, but don't take too much, oh Mama may have and Papa may have But God bless the child That's got his own Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-ooh

Hallelujah, hallelujah God bless the child who suffers Hallelujah, hallelujah God bless the young without mothers This child is homeless That child's on crack One plays with the gun While the other takes the bullet in his back This boy's a beggar That girl sells her soul They both work the same street The same hell hole Hallelujah, hallelujah God bless the child who suffers Hallelujah, hallelujah Let every man help his brother Some are born addicted And some are just thrown away And some have daddies who make them play games They don't wanna to play But there's hope And faith and we must understand That all God's children need is love And to hold their little hands This boy is hungry He ain't got enough to eat And that girl's cold And she ain't got no shoes on her feet When a child's spirit's broken and feels all hope is gone God help them found tue strenght to carry on With a little hope and faith we can understand That all God's children need is love and us a hold their Little hands (With a little hope) just a little hope (Faith) with a little love A little love and understanding (Hallelujah, hallelujah) Let us all love one another (Hallelujah, hallelujah) Make all our hearts bildn to colour Hallelujah, hallelujah God bless the child who suffers

Written by Billie Holiday Then that's got shall get, Them that's not shall loose, So the Bible said and it still is news. Mama may have, papa may have, But God bless the child that's got his own, That's got his own. Well the strong gets more, While the weak ones fade, Empty pokets don't ever make the grade. Mama may have, papa may have, But God bless the child that's got his own, That's got his own. Money, you've got lots of friends Crowding round your door When it's gone and spending ends They don't come round no more Rich relations give Crusts of bread and such You can help yourself But don't take too much Mama may have, papa may have, But God bless the child that's got his own, That's got his own.