God Bless The Child Ringtones

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

Them that's got shall have Them that's not shall lose 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 Yes, the strong gets more While the weak ones fade Empty pockets 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 the door When you're gone, spending ends They don't come no more Rich relations give Crust 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 Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own He just worry 'bout nothin' Cause he's got his own Yes he's got his own

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.

Them that's got shall get Them that's not shall lose For the Bible says And it still is news Momma may have Poppa may have 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 pockets don't Ever make the grade, oh no Momma may have Poppa may have But God bless the child That can stand up anywhere and say "I've got my own", woah And you've got money You've got lots of friends Crowdin' round the door And when that money's gone And of that spending means Oh don't you know they aren't coming around anymore Not rich realations will give you A crust of bread and such Now you can help yourself Oh but don't take, don't take too much, no no Momma may have Hmm and Poppa may have But God bless the child It's always a child that can say "I've got my own" Oh I've got my own

And now I'd like to try and do for you a lil' tune that I wrote It's titled "God Bless the Child" Them that's got shall have Them that's not shall lose 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 Yes, the strong get smart While the weak ones fade Empty pockets 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 you're gone and spending ends They don't come 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 He just don't worry 'bout nothing, 'cause he's got his own

Them thats got shall get Them thats not shall lose So the bible says and it still is news Mama may have papa may have But God bless the child That got its own, that got its own Yes the strong gets more While the weak ones fade Empty pockets dont ever make the grade Mama may have, papa may have But God bless the child Thats got its own, thats got its own Money youve got lots of friends Crowding around the door When youre gone And the spending ends They dont come no more Rich relations give Crusts of bread and such You can help your self But dont take to much Mama may have, papa may have But God bless the child Thats got its own, thats got its own