| Song | The Israelites |
| Artist | Desmond Dekker & the Aces |
| Album | Suited & Booted : Essential Mod & Ska |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Leslie Kong/Desmond Dacres |
| [00:00.15] | Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir, |
| [00:05.07] | So that every mouth can be fed. |
| [00:08.25] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [00:19.26] | Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir, |
| [00:22.71] | So that every mouth can be fed. |
| [00:25.32] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [00:30.00] | My wife and my kids, they pack up and a leave me. |
| [00:35.55] | "Darling," she said "I was yours to recieve." |
| [00:41.91] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [00:42.42] | Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone. |
| [00:48.54] | I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde. |
| [00:54.96] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [00:59.01] | After a storm there must be a calming. |
| [01:01.59] | You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm. |
| [01:08.19] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [01:09.54] | I said I get up in the morning, stabbing for bread, sir, |
| [01:27.96] | So that every mouth can be fed. |
| [01:30.03] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [01:35.49] | Said my wife and my kids, they pack up and a leave me. |
| [01:40.83] | "Darling," she said "I was yours to recieve." |
| [01:47.79] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [01:49.83] | Look, me shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone. |
| [01:53.79] | I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde. |
| [02:00.51] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [02:01.26] | After a storm there must be a calming. |
| [02:06.96] | You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm. |
| [02:13.38] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [02:20.49] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [02:21.75] | I'm wonder why I'm working so hard. |
| [02:23.04] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [02:28.20] | I look down and out, sir. |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Leslie Kong Desmond Dacres |
| [00:00.15] | Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir, |
| [00:05.07] | So that every mouth can be fed. |
| [00:08.25] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [00:19.26] | Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir, |
| [00:22.71] | So that every mouth can be fed. |
| [00:25.32] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [00:30.00] | My wife and my kids, they pack up and a leave me. |
| [00:35.55] | " Darling," she said " I was yours to recieve." |
| [00:41.91] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [00:42.42] | Shirt them atear up, trousers are gone. |
| [00:48.54] | I don' t want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde. |
| [00:54.96] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [00:59.01] | After a storm there must be a calming. |
| [01:01.59] | You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm. |
| [01:08.19] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [01:09.54] | I said I get up in the morning, stabbing for bread, sir, |
| [01:27.96] | So that every mouth can be fed. |
| [01:30.03] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [01:35.49] | Said my wife and my kids, they pack up and a leave me. |
| [01:40.83] | " Darling," she said " I was yours to recieve." |
| [01:47.79] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [01:49.83] | Look, me shirt them atear up, trousers are gone. |
| [01:53.79] | I don' t want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde. |
| [02:00.51] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [02:01.26] | After a storm there must be a calming. |
| [02:06.96] | You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm. |
| [02:13.38] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [02:20.49] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [02:21.75] | I' m wonder why I' m working so hard. |
| [02:23.04] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [02:28.20] | I look down and out, sir. |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Leslie Kong Desmond Dacres |
| [00:00.15] | Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir, |
| [00:05.07] | So that every mouth can be fed. |
| [00:08.25] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [00:19.26] | Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir, |
| [00:22.71] | So that every mouth can be fed. |
| [00:25.32] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [00:30.00] | My wife and my kids, they pack up and a leave me. |
| [00:35.55] | " Darling," she said " I was yours to recieve." |
| [00:41.91] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [00:42.42] | Shirt them atear up, trousers are gone. |
| [00:48.54] | I don' t want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde. |
| [00:54.96] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [00:59.01] | After a storm there must be a calming. |
| [01:01.59] | You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm. |
| [01:08.19] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [01:09.54] | I said I get up in the morning, stabbing for bread, sir, |
| [01:27.96] | So that every mouth can be fed. |
| [01:30.03] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [01:35.49] | Said my wife and my kids, they pack up and a leave me. |
| [01:40.83] | " Darling," she said " I was yours to recieve." |
| [01:47.79] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [01:49.83] | Look, me shirt them atear up, trousers are gone. |
| [01:53.79] | I don' t want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde. |
| [02:00.51] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [02:01.26] | After a storm there must be a calming. |
| [02:06.96] | You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm. |
| [02:13.38] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [02:20.49] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [02:21.75] | I' m wonder why I' m working so hard. |
| [02:23.04] | Poor me, Israelites. |
| [02:28.20] | I look down and out, sir. |