Текст песни Billie Holiday - YOU`RE JUST A NO ACCOUNT
Billie Holiday - YOU`RE JUST A NO ACCOUNT слова песни
S. Cahn / S. Chaplin You`re just a no accountYou never will amount to nothin` at allWhen there is work to do and someone yells for youYou don`t hear them callThe Good Lord set aside his SundaysFor folks to restMore that one day`s rest is wrongYou start restin` Sunday and rest so hardYou`re tired the whole week longYou`re just a no accountYou never will amount to nothin` at allI just can`t figure how each time you milk the cowThe tit gets so smallWe got machines to do your work for youBut you won`t press the button on the wallYou`re just a no accountYou never will amount to nothin` at allYou`re just a no accountYou never will amount to nothin`al allI just can`t figure how each time you milk the cowThe tit gets so smallWe got machines to do your work for youBut you won`t press the button on the wallYou`re just a no accountYou never will amount to nothin` at all