Falling down to get up,
And determined to get out of a rut...
Is better than a weeping.
Brushing off the dust,
And knowing that you've had enough...
With a strut you're keeping.
Better days are made for the ones who pay the price,
Of...
Knowing what time it is and taking advice,
Without a self defeating.
Some folks like to groan as if moans they own,
As if they live to get a beating.
Some folks like to groan as if moans they own,
As if they live to get a beating.
Better days are made for the ones who pay the price,
Of...
Knowing what time it is and taking advice.
Falling down to get up,
And determined to get out of a rut...
Is better than a weeping.
Some folks like to groan as if moans they own,
And...
Do it as if they are singing in different tones.
Well. Well. Well. Well...
Falling down to get up,
And determined to get out of a rut...
Is better than a weeping.
Brushing off the dust,
And knowing that you've had enough...
With a strut you're keeping.
Better days are made for the ones who pay the price,
Of...
Knowing what time it is and taking advice.
Well. Well. Well. Well...
Falling down to get up,
And determined to get out of a rut...
Is better than a weeping.
Brushing off the dust,
And knowing that you've had enough...
With a strut you're keeping.
Better days are made for the ones who pay the price,
Of...
Knowing what time it is and taking advice.
Well. Well. Well. Well...
Better days are made for the ones who pay the price.
Well. Well. Well...
Better days are made for the ones who pay the price.
Well. Well. Well. Well...
Better days are made for the ones who pay the price.
Well. Well. Well...
Better days are made for the ones who pay the price.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well now you have no choice do you? Or?