Letra da Música Black Is The Color de Tears For Beers

Of all the trades in England the beggin' is the best
For when a beggar's tired, he can lay him down and rest

And a-beggin' I will go-o-o
And a-beggin' I will go

I got on the train in Carlisle they kicked me out in Crewe
I slept on every paving-stone from there to Waterloo

I got breakfast off the Embankment I got my lunch and tea
And only the finest cardboard made a home that was fit for me

We sit on the stair at Leicester Square from 7 o'clock till ten
Then round the back of the Connaught House for dinner from out of a bin