Tekst Utworu

Mother, mother There's too many of you crying. Brother, brother, brother, there's far too many of you dying. You know we've got to find a way to Bring some lovin' here today, yeah! Picket lines and picket signs, don't punish me with brutality; Ta
Writer(s): Renaldo Benson, Marvin Gaye, Alfred Cleveland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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