Armstrong I'm not black I am white
skin
When you want to sing What a lack of hope
pot
Yes, I'm seeing the sky, the bird
Nothing nothing nothing shines up there
Angels ... zero
I am white skin
Armstrong, thou cleave pear
We see all your teeth
Me, I rather crushes From black black
inside
Sing for me, Louis, oh yeah Sing sing sing
, it keeps you warm
I'm cold, oh my
Who am white skin
Armstrong, life, what story? It's not very funny
Whether we write
white on black or black on white
We see mostly red, red
Blood, blood, without truce or rest
That is my faith
Black or white skin
Armstrong, one day, sooner or later
It is only bones
Does yours will be black? It would be funny
Go
Louis, alleluia
Beyond our tinsel
Black and white are likenesses
Like two drops of water
Oh Yeay!
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