Ivan Martin:
[singing in the recording studio]
Well, the oppressors are trying to keep me down / Making me feel like a clown / And they think that they have got me on the run / I say, "Forgive them, Lord, they know not what they've done" / For as sure as the Sun will shine / I'm going to get my share now, what's mine / And the harder they come, the harder they fall / one and all...
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:17