作曲 : Bromham | |
Bromham | |
A child is born everyday | |
What's the future, who can say? | |
Will it be good or bad | |
And how will our children get on? | |
Yes how will our children get on? | |
Children left without a care | |
Left on the doorsteps stranded there | |
If this thing will carry on | |
Then where do our children belong? | |
Yes where do our children belong? | |
All around the world | |
In every city in every country | |
Children playing in the streets | |
Future generations-oh yeah! | |
That's where our children belong | |
That's where our children belong | |
Conscience has run away to hide | |
A baby on a doorstep for the night | |
A mother who thinks that she knows best | |
Has failed the all important test | |
A child is born everyday | |
What's the future, who can say? | |
Will it be good or bad | |
How will our children get on? | |
Yes how will our children get on? |
zuo qu : Bromham | |
Bromham | |
A child is born everyday | |
What' s the future, who can say? | |
Will it be good or bad | |
And how will our children get on? | |
Yes how will our children get on? | |
Children left without a care | |
Left on the doorsteps stranded there | |
If this thing will carry on | |
Then where do our children belong? | |
Yes where do our children belong? | |
All around the world | |
In every city in every country | |
Children playing in the streets | |
Future generationsoh yeah! | |
That' s where our children belong | |
That' s where our children belong | |
Conscience has run away to hide | |
A baby on a doorstep for the night | |
A mother who thinks that she knows best | |
Has failed the all important test | |
A child is born everyday | |
What' s the future, who can say? | |
Will it be good or bad | |
How will our children get on? | |
Yes how will our children get on? |
zuò qǔ : Bromham | |
Bromham | |
A child is born everyday | |
What' s the future, who can say? | |
Will it be good or bad | |
And how will our children get on? | |
Yes how will our children get on? | |
Children left without a care | |
Left on the doorsteps stranded there | |
If this thing will carry on | |
Then where do our children belong? | |
Yes where do our children belong? | |
All around the world | |
In every city in every country | |
Children playing in the streets | |
Future generationsoh yeah! | |
That' s where our children belong | |
That' s where our children belong | |
Conscience has run away to hide | |
A baby on a doorstep for the night | |
A mother who thinks that she knows best | |
Has failed the all important test | |
A child is born everyday | |
What' s the future, who can say? | |
Will it be good or bad | |
How will our children get on? | |
Yes how will our children get on? |