Sweet dreams my little amigo Barefoot and homeless in Rio De Janeiro Sleepin' on the step of a church Whose doors are locked Livin' in a cardboard box Inside at the shrine The Priest sips fine wine Dines on fine food and looks for a sing No mother no father No shoes nor a bed No place to relax and rest his weary head Where his next meal will come from Nobody knows But everyone can see the church is covered in gold
Wish I had a home With ten million rooms I'd open up the doors And let the street children through Wish that I could scoop All of those children in my arms And give the love they need And to protect them all from harm
Wish I had a home With ten million rooms I'd open up the doors And let the street children through Wish that I could scoop All of those children in my arms And give the love they need And to protect them all from harm
Wish I had a home With ten million rooms I'd open up the doors And let the street children through Wish that I could scoop All of those children in my arms And give the love they need And to protect them all from harmTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
