Mothers کے بول

Their feet are cracked As they break their back In the sun-heat It's all, yes, it's all For your pennies Their kids can't go to school In the morning Because narcotics grow better than books And my only hope Is for their mothers and their daughters To be loved Only New York can make it right If they want to The consensus is rather apathy My soul, my soul cries for them In the morning Because I'm guilty just the same But eye to eye I haven't been But my cries are swelling Cause they have faces They have faces And my only hope Is for their mothers and their daughters To be loved