Joan Baez - I Pity The Poor Immigrant download song

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And who lies with ev ry breath, and likewise
When his gladness comes to pass, who wishes he would ve stayed home
But in the end is always left so alone, whose visions in the final end, who falls in love with wealth itself
Who tramples through the mud, who fills his mouth with laughing

Who tramples through the mud, whose heaven is like ironsides, i pity the poor immigrant
I pity the poor immigrant, and who lies with ev ry breath Pity, who tramples through the mud
Who hears but does not see, must shatter like the glass
I pity the poor immigrant, whose strength is spent in vain, who passionately hates his life

And turns his back on me, who eats but is not satisfied
and who lies with ev ry breath
and turns his back on me
Whose strength is spent in vain, who tramples through the mud

whose strength is spent in vain
Must shatter like the glass, who eats but is not satisfied, but in the end is always left so alone
i pity the poor immigrant
who passionately hates his life

and who builds his town with blood
Who uses all his power to do evil, who hears but does not see, who wishes he would ve stayed home
and turns his back on me
Who wishes he would ve stayed home, i pity the poor immigrant, when his gladness comes to pass

i pity the poor immigrant
When his gladness comes to pass, when his gladness comes to pass, i pity the poor immigrant
that man whom with his fingers cheats
And who lies with ev ry breath, and likewise Joan, i pity the poor immigrant

Who tramples through the mud, fears his death, who hears but does not see
whose heaven is like ironsides
I pity the poor immigrant, and turns his back on me
And who lies with ev ry breath, i pity the poor immigrant

Must shatter like the glass, whose tears are like rain
Whose tears are like rain, whose heaven is like ironsides
Who uses all his power to do evil, i pity the poor immigrant, who wishes he would ve stayed home
Who tramples through the mud, but in the end is always left so alone

Who uses all his power to do evil, whose heaven is like ironsides
and who lies with ev ry breath
I pity the poor immigrant, i pity the poor immigrant
And who lies with ev ry breath, fears his death, and who lies with ev ry breath

who fills his mouth with laughing
who uses all his power to do evil
When his gladness comes to pass, i pity the poor immigrant Poor, i pity the poor immigrant
And who lies with ev ry breath, whose heaven is like ironsides

Who wishes he would ve stayed home, whose visions in the final end
but in the end is always left so alone
Whose visions in the final end, must shatter like the glass, whose strength is spent in vain
Who hears but does not see, who eats but is not satisfied