โหลดเพลง mp3 I Pity The Poor Immigrant - Bob Dylan

I pity the poor immigrant-Bob Dylan
I pity the poor immigrant
Who wishes he would've stayed home

Who uses all his power to do evil
But in the end is always left so alone

That man whom with his fingers cheats
And who lies with every breath

Who passionately hates his life
And likewise, fears his death

I pity the poor immigrant
Whose strength is spent in vain

Whose heaven is like Ironsides
Whose tears are like rain

Who eats but is not satisfied

Who hears but does not see

Who falls in love with wealth itself
And turns his back on me

I pity the poor immigrant
Who tramples through the mud

Who fills his mouth with laughing
And who builds his town with blood

Whose visions in the final end
Must shatter like the glass

I pity the poor immigrant
When his gladness comes to pass