Song: What a Horrible World
Singer: Louis Armstrong
I see weeds of green, pink roses, too
And then they grow to annoy you
And I think to myself what a horrible world.
I see skies of black and clouds of gray
The dark cursed day, the dark cursed day
And I think to myself what a horrible world.
The tapping of all the rain so crazy on the roof
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see ladies slapping men asking what can they do
Inside they're saying I hate you.
I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They'll cry much more than I'll ever know
And I think to myself what a horrible world
Yes I think to myself what a horrible world.
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