I'm very cold and hungry, sir My clothes are worn and thin I wander about from place to place My daily bread I win But never mind, sir, how I look Don't swear at me or frown I sell the morning papers, sir My name is Jimmy Brown I sell the morning papers, sir My name is Jimmy Brown Most everybody knows I am the newsboy of the town My father was a drunkard, sir I've heard my mother say But I am helping mother out By journeying on the way I sell the morning papers, sir My name is Jimmy Brown Most everybody knows I am the newsboy of the townTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
