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Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…