on our way. Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun Would treat a father so, To wait upon him hand and foot And always tell him, "No"? Tears of rage, tears
on our way Oh, what dear daughter 'neath the sun Would treat a father so To wait upon him hand and foot And always tell him, "No"? Tears of rage, tears
us on our way. Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun Would treat a father so, To wait upon him hand and foot And always tell him, "No"? Tears of rage, tears
Tradução: Joan Baez. Lágrimas de rabia.
