The Goldmine - текст песни
The Goldmine
Poor little negro Sitting in a tree Eating his favorite Cocoa leaves Along came some fellows Takin' him away Take away his culture Put him on a plane Poor little negro Sitting in the states He's about to try his First chocolate shake Poor little negro Puking in the sink He's regained his culture Finally found a link
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