The Song Of The Dignity Of Labour - Art Bears
作词 : Cutler, FrithAs I stood at myBenchAnd the job hurriedBy-While my hands didTheir workA tear fell from myEye,And another, and soonThough I couldn't sayWhy,I felt such a sorrowI wanted toDieMy hands went onWorkingThe work hurried by,My life like aDese . . . 阅读详情